I look out the window, and watch the world go by.
I look out the window, and watch birds as they fly.
I look out the window, as we’re riding in your car.
I look out your window, and I don’t know where we are.
I look out your window, and I can tell we’ve traveled far.
I look out your window, and I know things aren’t the same.
I look out the window, and I know that we’re to blame.
I look out your window, and I know we feel no shame.
I look out your window, and things are going by so fast.
As we travel, as we speed through, forever our laughs will last.
I look out your window, and everything is on the move.
I look out your window, and we’ve got life to prove.
I look out your window, as we’re driving in your car.
I look out your window, and it hits me where we are.
As we’re looking out your window, watching the world go by.
As we’re looking out your window, at any moment we could die.
As we’re looking out your window, the sights we see are just a lie.
Outside of your window, I don’t like the view.
Outside of your window, I’m ready for something new.
Outside of your window, we’re watching what’s already through.
The view outside your window, it’s all the past.
The view outside your window is what went by so fast.
As we’re looking outside your window, we realize we need to stop.
As we’re driving in your car, we realize we’re not on top.
As we’re driving in your car, we are going where we need to go.
As we’re in your car, we’re watching life go by, and fun isn’t something we know.
As we’re riding in your car, the spontaneity is what we’re about.
As we’re riding in your car, we prepare to jump out.
As we jump out of your car, we leave the key on, we leave it in gear.
We jump out of your car, because the engine we no longer want to hear.
As we jump out of your car, we wish each other well.
Whether or not we’ll reunite, we’re never able to tell.
As we walk down the road, we take a look around.
It feels so good to see the sights, to smell the smells, to hear the sound.
We’re no longer in your car, and things are going good.
We’re no longer in your car, we made things the best we could.
We’re no longer in your car, and we’re living how we should.
We’re no longer in your car, and now we’re alive.
Looking out your window, it was all fake, it was all the past.
Now we’re a part of it all.
We’re not inside looking out, or outside looking in.
We’re a part of it all, we’re not just flying by.
We know we’re making the most of it, every moment, until we die.