we’re waiting for a taxi cab, oh all the fun we could have had. the marching band, the fire show and all these people on the go. but first you wait and then you stand and then your shoes get full of sand. it’s not that new, i do admit and by the way, what did you say? the cold seeps in above my skin, i finish up my beer. i see bright lights far down the street the taxi cab is here. we all get in and say good-bye. it’s over, right or did they lie?