Its Saturday night at the taxi rank

street angels are steering girls to the cabs;

legs over tits like a Picasso and

it’s wild, and it’s laughter, and songs are buzzin’.

 

So can you hear the people weeping?

can you see the children dying?

All you knew was love, Alan, all you knew was love

as you drove your taxi through this world.

 

And the laughter and the love in the back seat's great

and parents pretend not to stay up late,

listenin’ for the sound of the key -

 and all we feel is love.

 

So can you hear the people weeping?

can you see the children dying?

All you knew was love, Alan, all you knew was love

as you drove your taxi through this world.

 

And the radio chunners like food in the fridge,

but the kids in the warzones,

and the kids in the camps, ain’t got no fridge,

and a night out is a march to a burial pit.

 

So can you hear the people weeping?

can you see the children dying?

All you knew was love, Alan, all you knew was love

as you drove your taxi through this world

 

You drove your taxi through this world,

and you lost your head on the desert sands,

but a shark in a sea can’t stop the tides,

there’s a convoy of peace and a convoy of love

 

So can you hear the people weeping?

can you see the children dying?

All you knew was love, Alan, all you knew was love

as you drove your taxi through this world,

as you drove your taxi through this world.