[Intro]

What do you want me to say? That things haven’t worked out the way that I planned? That I’m struggling, barely able to keep my head above water? That L.A. is a cold place even in the middle of the summer? That it’s a lonely place even when you’re stuck in traffic at the Hollywood Freeway? That I’m no better than a screenwriter driving a cab, a starlet turning tricks, a producer in a house he can’t afford? Is that what you want me to say?

[verse]

Feel it coming

On the tracks

It won’t stop for us

We just sit back

No one cares

If I live or die

So I might as well

Waste my time

Sitting on the floorboards

Reading a book

Watch the cars go past

Feel it pinching

Around my back

It won’t stop

It never cracks

Watch the cars

Which one’s yours?

I liked that Honda

You preferred the Ford