Ticket on the Windshield

(ooh-ooh-ooh) Under the flashing neon light

We find a way to make it right Yeah,

we're building up a life from nothing Under the flashing neon light

Oh, we're running fast now

Oh, we're running fast now

A yellow slip under the wiper blade

Outside the sliding glass doors

They slide open and close again While I

stare down at the floor

In the mirror there's a stranger

Holding onto the metal rail

Pretending everything is fine While the face looks paper pale

But the clock is ticking

on the wall

Yeah, we're

waiting for the lift

(waiting, waiting)

Under the flashing neon light

We find a way to make it right Yeah,

we're building up a life from nothing

Under the flashing neon light

Oh, we're running fast now

Oh, we're running fast now

And the doors keep sliding open wide

But we are staying

here inside

Under the sliding doors...

(sliding doors...)