The story
He keeps riding because going home hurts more.
He climbs into a taxi with nowhere to be, city lights sliding past the glass while the meter keeps ticking. The driver says little, and the back seat holds all the things he will not say out loud, all the names he will not call. He keeps the ride going, because the place waiting for him is worse than nowhere.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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