Nothing to Win

A ride in the plane
It chugs down the airport in Maine
I see it slow down, I see it stop
I see a stranger pop-out from beyond the window-wall.

A drop of rain
Slides down the pane
I see it slow down, I see it stall
I see you waiting beyond the window-wall.

A drive in the car
Its trip down the black tar
I see it zoom, I see it roar
I see no more where I saw you before.