This song invariably makes my eyes water. Life is so fucking short. There are moments of seeing and wonder and sharing. There's make-believe. But there's no agency, no control.
What do you mean no control? I can pick any banana I'd like off the tree!
Oh yes, little monkey. I see your banana. It's a nice one!
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 bright and hollow sky He sees 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 belongs to you and me So let's take a ride and see what's mine