| I am a passenger | 
| And I ride and I ride | 
| I ride through the city's backside | 
| I see the stars come out of the sky | 
| Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky | 
| You know it looks so good tonight | 
| I am a passenger | 
| I stay under glass | 
| I look through my window so bright | 
| I see the stars come out tonight | 
| I see the bright and hollow sky | 
| Over the city's ripped-back sky | 
| And everything looks good tonight | 
| Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la | 
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la | 
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la | 
| Get into the car | 
| We'll be the passenger | 
| We'll ride through the city tonight | 
| See the city's ripped backsides | 
| We'll see the bright and hollow sky | 
| We'll see the stars that shine so bright | 
| The sky was made for us tonight | 
| Oh, the passenger | 
| How-how he rides | 
| Oh, the passenger | 
| He rides and he rides | 
| He looks through his window | 
| What does he see? | 
| He sees the silent hollow sky | 
| He see the stars come out tonight | 
| He sees the city's ripped backsides | 
| He sees the winding ocean drive | 
| And everything was made for you and me | 
| All of it was made for you and me | 
| 'Cause it just belongs to you and me | 
| So let's take a ride and see what's mine | 
| Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la | 
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la | 
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la | 
| Oh, the passenger | 
| He rides and he rides | 
| He sees things from under glass | 
| He looks through his window's eye | 
| He sees the things he knows are his | 
| He sees the bright and hollow sky | 
| He sees the city asleep at night | 
| He sees the stars are out tonight | 
| And all of it is yours and mine | 
| And all of it is yours and mine | 
| Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride | 
| Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la | 
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la | 
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la | 
| Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la | 
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la | 
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la |