Of the small distance between our cars Of the trucks that dash and crash I let my car be scarred I...

Of the small distance between our cars
Of the trucks that dash and crash
I let my car be scarred
I let myself be scared

These twinkling lights ahead
Are they there to guide or there
Just for the sake of it
Or maybe to mess up the order

What could be order and precision
Has become crisis and pollution
Can this storm pass by
And leave it all untouched