Lyrics

His eyes were the color of his car

I’m doing cartwheels in the yard

Today ain’t gonna go too far

‘Cause I’ve got a hand in the big black bag

I’ve got a hand in the big black bag

Some cars are big and some are small

I’m smoking someone’s old cigar

The years roll by – you can’t go back

When you’ve got a hand in the big black bag

When you’ve got a hand in the big black bag

Traffic’s slow – music has no soul

So, I dress in someone else’s clothes

It’s not a joke – there could be no mistake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

I pray the Lord my soul to take

Now I am not – I stand alone

No ground beneath my feet

And he envisions he’s in black

And he’s got a hand in the big black bag

He’s got a hand in the big black bag

Take a yellow taxi into the yellow sun

It’s a reason put away – It’s a reason taken

Take a yellow taxi into the yellow sun

It’s a reason put away – it’s a reason taken

It’s a reason put away

Michelle Malone ©1988, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI