Watching cars Or will we be passed by Will anyone stop for us Be passed on The day passes away And we're alone The moment cracks along the sidewalk
Imagining what songs would be on our soundtrack Maybe it's me I've lost faith in visibilty On this street we are ghosts of the passers-by Passive and stranded The clouds are closing on These cars have been known to capsize in strong winds
It's a storm watch, so beware We've lost transmission... We've lost transmission...
Don't tell me this is how it endsdon't tell me this is how it ends