The Tempest

Shivering cars wander in the rain for long hours Turning into people and fading None of them start up, entering the frame, a mistake [Disappeared or in the country that placed it in?] Like you Hurry through the streets of the tempest Like you Hurry through the streets of the tempest You're gone And I'm not really there if it matters I'm not really there, turn and return And I'm not really there for others I'm not really there, all lost, not a thing to spare Shivering cars wander in the rain for long hours Turning into people and fading Turning into people and None of them start up, entering the frame None of them start up, a mistake, a mistake You hurry through, hurry through, hurry through