Well this much is true

There's a lot of things

I wish I wouldn't have gotten used to

Yellow taxi and inside

The driver's calls to me

asking if I could use a ride



But I don't know where he's going

I don't know if it's safe

I don't know if he can take me to that place

Where I'll be satisfied



I need a helping hand

So I'm coming back to you

Cause you know where I've been,

What I've put myself through

You're all that I need

And you'll forever be waiting to reach out

your helping hand to me



Well this much is true

There's too many things

I wish I wouldn't have gotten used to

Strange old man says, "Come with me"

He wears a glowing smile,

tells me everything he has is free



But I don't know where he's going

I don't know if it's safe

I don't know if he can take me to that place

Where I'll be satisfied