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