Cab For A Cutie

Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom, then we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it’s worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse

You know, Ernie told me this song reminds him of his old friend from ’86, who left across the Atlantic. He kind of misses the sound of the skin of his futuristic friend squeaking against the steel. Not quite sure if he understood the point of the song, but hey, maybe help him out and go to the last remaining place he can remember his old friend, and get on a bit higher nearby so Ernie can see the sights again, just like in ’86.