Watching cars

Will anyone stop for us?

Or will we be passed by

Be passed on

The day passes away

The moment cracks along the sidewalk

And we're alone

Imagining what songs would be on our soundtrack

Maybe it's me

I've lost faith in visibility

On this street we are ghosts of the passers-by

Passive and stranded

The clouds are closing on

It's a storm watch, so beware

These cars have been known to capsize in strong
winds

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