On an ages-old contraption I stand,
In these avenues, of this gold-filled land.
Is it mechanical, is it electric?
On how this beast works, could it be magic?
Along comes this other car,
Number 22, going the opposite direction.
This lovely human being standing right there,
Passing me by, taking just a fleeting moment.
Is it mechanical? Is it electric?
That surge of power running through my veins.
Suddenly starting, hitting me like a jolt of lightning.
The fading just as quickly as the appearing.
Why can’t we ever be going the same way?
I’ve seen you before, somewhere, maybe in my dreams.
Or maybe me, in yours.
That’s all you’ll ever be.
That’s all we’ll ever be.
That’s all this will ever be.
A passing stranger giving me a high five.
Fading away, taken by these treacherous downhill streets.