Lyrics Cold - Howe Gelb

She was a machine that made sunshine
She had a clock that made the train on time
She had a pillow that made the blues feel fine
She had me with the same old line

Never make it by design
Getting in and out in time
Survival means you're doing fine

Building up the roadways
Making the old ones only go one way
Getting folks like her to move today
If you lived here you'd be home by now so they say

Never make it by design
Getting out and in in time
Arrival means you're doing fine

She used to say it was so cool
Till she felt it got too cool
She moved to town with her favorite tool
Now see how cool tools to cruel

Survival means you're doing fine
Never making it by design
Arrival means you're right on time