Lonely cab First Draft

Sitting in the passive seat No one cares to even greet Delicious kisses Holding her hand Having the best time I never had In the back of my cab Memories never made Coward in the driver's seat Driving nowhere Sometimes I wait They sit and stare Always late First dates Lonely old mates Nail-biting hags Giggity girls Clinking bags Wall Street wolves I carry their luggage, in more ways than one And think of all the things I've never done I take them places Somewhere for them Nowhere for me Oh, the fun they have They ride, in the back of my cab