Poor Taylor by: Jack Johnson

These are the lyrics for the song "Poor Taylor" by "Jack Johnson" on the album "Miscellaneous"

She just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah

She pretends that she's somewhere else

So far and clear, two-thousand miles from here



Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late

Complain, express ideas in her brain

Working on the night shift passing out the tickets

You're going to have to pay her if you want to park here



Well mummy's little dancer is quite a little secret

She's working on the streets now, never gonna keep it

It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing

That she would have listened to the words they said

Poor Taylor



Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window

But Sunny Silhouette won't let him in

Poor old Pete's a got a nothing cause he's been falling

And somehow Taylor knows just where he's been



He thinks that singin' on Sunday is gonna save his soul

Now that Saturday's gone

And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way

But I can see, that his brake-lights are on

Taylor finds a better world

And Taylor's gonna run away