Take the bus or drive the car  Your destination planning  All depends on how it works with your efficiency  The trip itself is meaningless  Heading toward the target point's always too slow    Some teenager just cut me off,   I think his music's blaring  While the grandma to my left moves extra cautiously  And we'd like to go about our ways without these interactions  Keeping only destination set in mind    Here and now,   It's all we've got until all exhaust's departed  Darkened brown  The base is rusting with apathy    Sometimes the reminiscence  Flows out rusted tape converters  But the song sounds just as fresh as it did once before  So take a moment to look out your cancer-sticking windshield  To enjoy the ride, the traffic,   And the poor drivers in their limousines    So hang on to your transfers  Because you'll never know when you'll need your transportation  The taxi driver stopped  He told the yuppie in the back to catch himself a ride