From the recording Relentless
Lyrics
His eyes were the color of his car
I’m doing cartwheels in the yard
Today ain’t gonna go too far
‘Cause I’ve got a hand in the big black bag
I’ve got a hand in the big black bag
Some cars are big and some are small
I’m smoking someone’s old cigar
The years roll by – you can’t go back
When you’ve got a hand in the big black bag
When you’ve got a hand in the big black bag
Traffic’s slow – music has no soul
So, I dress in someone else’s clothes
It’s not a joke – there could be no mistake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Now I am not – I stand alone
No ground beneath my feet
And he envisions he’s in black
And he’s got a hand in the big black bag
He’s got a hand in the big black bag
Take a yellow taxi into the yellow sun
It’s a reason put away – It’s a reason taken
Take a yellow taxi into the yellow sun
It’s a reason put away – it’s a reason taken
It’s a reason put away
Michelle Malone ©1988, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI