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 its 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   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