Criss-cross laces  You have the centre  You have the cinnamon  In the centre  You shouldn't be alone  You should just pick up yourself  And shine yourself  And make yourself fit a bran new maybe  in the side streets  You been walking  I have been walking too  So, you know the faces  You know how they'll flirt with you    Well, I know my favourite language  Well, it trickles down my mouth  If this is me  Being close to you  Being somewhere like the last night we spend together  That is something next to nothing  That is something  So, I got my truth of many colours  I got my fears  Another shade  But when I'm riding my happy taxi  I guess I got it made    Who's that creeping?  In the street there  Who's that creeping?  By your window  She might know something  She might show you some things  You never really want to share forever  Mean forever  'Cos it feels so slow    We drove out like something special  In our special rags  Well, I know that something special happens!  When we drive our sad to happy  We go driving  In our happy taxi  in our happy taxi    I am not the  First street preacher  Not the first to  Want to lead you  Not the first to  Leave your money  Not the first to  Leave your home  Not the first to  Leave forever  Glad to go  When love has gone    So where am I going?  Where am I going tonight?  So where am I staying?  In my happy moonlight  In my happy taxi  In my happy taxi  In my happy taxi  In my happy taxi  In my happy taxi  In my happy taxi  Would you drive on down  Would you drive on down  Would you drive on down  In my happy taxi  In my happy taxi