I could tell you about what came my way
But its more about listening,
See am a cab driver for a day,
And there's more to it than driving,

I get all sorts of customers,
Angry, kind and loners,
Some talk about life, troubles and ******,
Others gossip about their loud neighbours,

So i get to listen to it all,
Share their lives and mysteries they bestow,
Share their feelings and emotions,
Til the moment they close my door,

I see their faces as they get in and out,
I smile away just to get my cut,
But every now and then,
Door opens for someone who listens,
An angel if you might,
And you my dear,
Is that person tonight,