[Lyric] Potomac (Vehicle Flips)

Andrew, we're caught on the chain bridge
It is minus five degrees

Andrew, we're broken down on the chain bridge
Won't you please answer, please

Andrew, the taxi cabs say they won't come down
They don't respond to such emergencies

Andrew, the taxi cabs say they weren't born yesterday
"Come on now, this is Washington, D.C."

Three of us are huddled in the back
And I am running across the Potomac

Andrew, if I've еver sounded cold to you beforе
Or dealings have been strained

Well, Andrew, some more coldness is in store
But I promise it won't remain
Andrew, you're a hard man to get through
You are a hard man to reach

Please, on this single occasion
Can we overlook those qualities?

Three of us are huddled in the back
And I am running across the Potomac

Three of us are huddled in the back
And I am running out of quarters across the Potomac

Three of us are huddled in the back
And I am running out of hope across the Potomac