Title - Yellow Cab's Comin' Artist - Bobby Bacon Year - 1978 __________ Bobby Bacon, initially armed with just a piano and his raw voice, tirelessly honed his craft on the New York bar scene. His breakthrough arrived with the 1978 album, 'Gin & Tonic,' propelled by the standout hit, "Yellow Cab's Comin'." This track perfectly encapsulates Bacon's signature blend of observational lyricism and piano-fueled introspection __________ [Verse 1] You're pacin' the curb like a madman again Checkin' that watch like it's your only friend You act like you got all the answers, son But you're just chasin' the dollars 'til the race is run You're stuck with a lifetime of schedules to keep And the debt just gets deeper the more that you leap [Chorus] Oh, the yellow cab's comin', and you've made another dollar But the life that you're missing is screamin' you to follow These streets are the theatre, but you're missin' the show 'Cause you're staring at tomorrow, and you're blind to today, you know That great future you're waitin' for Ain't worth the life that you're leaving at the door. (Woah-oh-no-no) [Verse 2] Son, you're still just a kid in an oversized suit Your knuckles grip that briefcase on the busy commute. And every day you just do as you're told, Chasin' a bonus while your spirit gets sold You're prayin' to God for a black limousine But you're stuck in this taxi with a dirty windscreen [Chorus] Oh, the yellow cab's comin', and you've made another dollar But the life that you're missing is screamin' you to follow. These streets are the theatre, but you're missin' the show 'Cause you're staring at tomorrow, and you're blind to today, you know. that great future you're waitin' for Ain't worth the life that you're leaving at the door. (oh-no-no) [Bridge] Sure, maybe there's traffic from here to the Bronx Yeah, maybe this minute is all that you've got But when that cab door opens, you just jump in the back And forget that the getting there is what its all about... [Chorus] Oh, the yellow cab's comin', and you've made another dollar But the life that you're missing is screamin' you to follow These streets are the theatre, but you're missin' the show 'Cause you're staring at tomorrow, and you're blind to today, you know that great future you're waitin' for Ain't worth the life that you're leaving at the door [Outro] So breathe in the cigarette, the grime, and the grace And find a piece of your soul in this forgotten place. (Woah-hmm-hmm) Yeah, the yellow chariot's coming to take you away... But what you do in the waiting, son... Now that's the real day
