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