by Esther Velez (2014)

It's just a mechanical transportation method. 
It's a four door, five seater, six cylinder gas eater. 
It's been owned before but it's really not yours, it's your parents car. 
And your mom comes to pick you up 
She put a little sticker on the back window
Of a yellow paw print.
And every time I see the paw print, my heart jumps. 
Every time I leave my house I look for that paw print,
For the hope that wherever I'm going,
You'll be there. 
But you never are. 

And in this moment, it becomes more than a car,
It's a beacon of hope,
That you'll be where I'm going
And we can have a connection. 
You can break into my present
And we can share it, even if for a second
So we can say that we're connected. 
But it's been five years
and you are never where I'm going.
I've seen the yellow paw print, waving goodbye,
But you are never where I'm going.

It's just a mechanical transportation method. 
It's a four door, five seater, six cylinder gas eater. 
It's never been owned before, but it's not really yours it's your parents car. 
They let you use it whenever, so long as you bring it back home before eleven. 
It doesn't have a paw print so it's not easy to recognize
So my heart jumps at every single white car that passes by,
Hoping that wherever I'm going, you'll be there. 
But you are never where
I am going.

And in this moment, it becomes more than a car, 
It's a beacon of hope
That'll you care like you once did
And we'll talk like we once did 
You can break into my present and we can share it
But it's been a year and a half
and you're never where I'm going. 
Every white car passes and you're not driving
Every paw print's not you waving
You are
never 
where I'm going