watching cars

does anyone stop for us?

or will we be passed by?

be passed up?

the day passes away

the moment cracks along the sidewalk

and we're alone

imagining what songs

would be on our sound tracks



maybe it's me

i've lost faith in visability

on this street we are ghosts

of the passers-by

passers that driveby

the clouds are closing in

there's a storm on so beware

these cars have been known to capsize in strong wind



we've lost transmission

we've lost transmission



don't tell me this is how it ends

don't tell me this is how it ends