Such a tough enchilada filled up with nada
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets
Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret
But I can see that his break lights are on
Used to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking
About two thousand miles from here
Now she's finger licking to the man
But Sunny silhouette won't let him in
That he's somewhere else, so far and clear
Poor Taylor, she just wanders around
Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
Complain, express ideas in her brain
Unaffected by the winter winds and she'll pretend
Songwriter: Jack Johnson
That she's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles from here
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
If Taylor finds a better world then Taylor's gonna run away
Publisher: BUBBLE TOES PUBLISHING
Somehow Sunny knows just where he's been
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
He just wanders around
Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
Only stopping by on his way to a better world
Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
Poor old Pete's got nothing because he's been falling
That she would have listened to the words they said
Now that Saturday is gone
He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul
They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
Unaffected by the winter winds and he'll pretend
It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing