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This is a story about mediocrity This is a story About car rides at night Looking out windows The moon in your sight You're in the backseat Your head's on the door Bright lights and buildings Rise from the city floor Imagining walking amid city strife Imagining living a bright city life That's all we do from the back of the car Others speed by On their way to a place A place you won't go If you lose in their race But wining is key to staying alive And dying's no way to live city life And that's all we wish for in the back of the car You look out the window And you start to look back Remembering life In a city long past But if you are looking back Then you aren't looking front Now you're at the wheel And your car hits a bump And now you will never be In the back of the car