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My name is Mac. I'll drive you anywhere you want to go.
There isn't much about this city or it's people that I don't know.
Just a cabby with meter running, hustling for no one at home.
In all my years, I've heard it all and seen more than most.
They step inside and leave the driving to me.
Then confide their fears and fantasies.
There's a man in my cab who's saying, "Now son, you didn't just hear that."
And a lady in my back seat telling me to keep what I hear under my hat.
They take the ride, bare their souls, pay the fare, and then continue in their own direction.
It's just another busy night of lonely people making taxi cab confessions.
Mr. Right and Homecoming queen of '72.
Son's a doctor. Their daughter is away at school.
At night he sneaks around the city 'cause he doesn't want his wife to know.
But if he only knew that every morning, I take his wife to meet her Romeo.
Everybody's got a secret to keep.
But a secret's only private until word hits the street.
There's a man in my cab who's saying, "Now son, you didn't just hear that."
And a lady in my back seat telling me to keep what I hear under my hat.
They take the ride, bare their souls, pay the fare, and then continue in their own direction.
It's just another busy night of lonely people making taxi cab confessions.
I'll lend an ear, ease your burden or share in your glee.
Offer advice, keep it to myself, or just suggest some sights to see.
The miles are turning, my meter's running, but my ears are free.
Yet I can't help wishing there was somebody somewhere who would listen to me...
But for now that's neither here nor there.
I just pulled over for another fare.
There's a man in my cab who's saying, "Now son, you didn't just hear that."
And a lady in my back seat telling me to keep what I hear under my hat.
They take the ride, bare their souls, pay the fare, and then continue in their own direction.
It's just another busy night of lonely people making taxi cab confessions.
