Backseat Chauffeur

Written by: Josiah Letchworth

 

You tried to learn how to live

Without ever looking at them.

They could talk from inside of a phone booth

With all the confidence lost in your own youth

 

When you were still shy

With a walk in the street.

She goes by,

And you’re watchin’ your own two feet.

What could you want, but the time right in front of you?

And all you could learn

From a step off the curb

And a hail to the taxi cab, backseat chauffeur.

 

You tried to learn how to love

Without givin’ anything up.

So you offered a sense of direction,

Paid all your compliments,

Lost all affection,

Promised you could live up to your first impression;

Lies that your time in the mirror perfected

 

When you were still light

With a walk in the street.

You go by,

And she’s watchin’ her own two feet.

What could you want, but the time right in front of you?

And all you could learn

From a step off the curb

And a hail to the taxi cab, backseat chauffeur.

 

But it’s fadin’ away with the morning light,

Out of your day and out of your life.

Fadin’ away with the morning light,

Out of your day and out of your life.