He knows many celebrities But he's not fazed at all Hollywood gods and rock stars Are idols that can fall He's not intimidated In fame's hallowed hall And in my humble opinion He outshines them all His clients sit in shadow But always they are seen By his eyes in the mirror Of a top class limousine His brown eyes see everything These stars have ever been From labourer or waitress To an idol of the screen Those brown eyes see more than His passengers disclose Beyond the famous faces Beyond designer clothes And after all the premiers And star-studded shows He watches as the lights are dimmed And the curtains closed They know him as their driver But he's not what he seems He waits for them every night But he has other dreams His personal ambitions Have a sacramental theme That's anchored to a place inside Where he directs the scenes He's very complicated Has a laser focused mind He's a man of contradictions Sometimes fractious, sometimes kind He's dismissive and attentive He's enraging and sublime He's narcotic holy water He's ungodly and divine He's like a wounded tiger Restless power, feral, wild And though I sense the danger In the man I see the child Inside him strength and gentleness Are elegantly reconciled And through this understanding Our bed is not defiled Though we meet in cold indifference There is no coldness here I just see him through the wounds of My past suffering and fear But lust and carnal passion Lie within a greater sphere So my passion with affection burns When I hold him near And I hold other men In this unusual embrace For I've seen how love can turn into A field of toxic waste I've had that bitter pill and, folks, I did not like the taste So I never kiss a man Without my barriers in place And The Driver? He is gone again How long I do not know I'm out of sight and out of mind When he is on the road But I keep my equilibrium By going with the flow Yes, I can hold him for a night Then I can let him go.