Taxi Ride

My name is... well, never mind.

Oh, sweetness, how should I start?
first of all, let me apologize
if I stare at you down upside.

Look far up to the May starry night
waving at you from the plane
passing above where we both belong.

You think I’m thrilled deep in my heart.
what difference does it make,
do you really mind?

It's bouncing, I'm burning, and starsailing
don’t look up and continue
with your taxi ride, would you?