From car to car and eye to eye From every gasp to every sign Through toughened sheets of triplex zone In the hologram city I'm all alone You tap your fingers on the wheel Your box air conditions all you feel I see your mouth move but can't hear you sing Through the smoke and glass can't feel a thing Your car glints brightly in the sun Idle motors start to run Clouds of grey smoke obscure the view I'm left waiting in the queue Through the pale sun in the rear Of rush hours peak, i thought i saw A small white hand undo a coat Smiling, gazing, stroking a throat My row of cars move far too slow Turn back to see that i missed her go