Dear cab driver
I know this letter ain’t no excuse
for the things I done to you
I felt like I’d nothing to lose

Dear cab driver
I could say my girl she dragged me in
kept on and on and on at me
but that’s not how it begins

Chorus:
Dear cab driver
I’s riding high on my wave
damn, what am I saying here?
My soul feels like my body’s slave

Dear cab driver
they wanna know why I did this to you
too young, too bored, whatever
maybe just a bit mean, too

Chorus:
Dear cab driver
I’s riding high on my wave
damn, what am I saying here?
My soul feels like my body’s slave

Dear cab driver
see, I don’t know what to say
must be something deep in me
kind of a black hole with a cold, dark pain

Chorus:
Dear cab driver
I’s riding high on my wave
damn, what am I saying here?
My soul feels like my body’s slave

Dear cab driver
I’s riding high on my wave
damn, what am I saying here?
I’m gonna lay this letter on your grave

Chris – vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica
Patrik – electric guitar, mandolin
Gerald – bass
Gerhard – drums