Old Joe parks by the cobblestone
Where the winter wind starts to moan
He turns the key and kills the light
Tucked in the corner of the night
Yellow cab in the freezing gray
Waiting for the break of day
Sipping coffee from a plastic cup
Watching all the city waking up
His dashboard smells like cheap cigars
A map of all the hidden bars
The vinyl seat is torn and thin
Where a thousand strangers once had been
Yellow cab in the freezing gray
Waiting for the break of day
Sipping coffee from a plastic cup
Watching all the city waking up
He knows the shortcuts through the maze
Walking through a silver winter haze
A nickel here and a dime for the fare
Cold white breath in the biting air
The engine ticks like a rusty clock
Parked on the edge of a frozen block
He laughs at the wind with a crooked grin
Counting the miles until he gets in
He tells a joke about a mayor's hat
While the alley cat keeps a steady chat
He don't want gold and he don't want fame
Just a warm heater and a steady game
Yellow cab in the freezing gray
Waiting for the break of day
Sipping coffee from a plastic cup
Watching all the city waking up
The ice is thick on the side mirror glass
Watching the early morning commuters pass
He checks his watch and he straightens his tie
Under a heavy and a leaden sky
Yellow cab in the freezing gray
Waiting for the break of day
Sipping coffee from a plastic cup
Watching all the city waking up
Just another mile to go
Driving slow through the winter snow
Yeah, just driving slow.
