Well this much is true
There\'s a lot of things
I wish I wouldn\'t have gotten used to
Yellow taxi and inside
The driver\'s calls to me
asking if I could use a ride

But I don\'t know where he\'s going
I don\'t know if it\'s safe
I don\'t know if he can take me to that place
Where I\'ll be satisfied

I need a helping hand
So I\'m coming back to you
Cause you know where I\'ve been,
What I\'ve put myself through
You\'re all that I need
And you\'ll forever be waiting to reach out
your helping hand to me

Well this much is true
There\'s too many things
I wish I wouldn\'t have gotten used to
Strange old man says, "Come with me"
He wears a glowing smile,
tells me everything he has is free

But I don\'t know where he\'s going
I don\'t know if it\'s safe
I don\'t know if he can take me to that place
Where I\'ll be satisfied