Ela era despistada, portanto teve de voltar lá. Quando queria era despachada, por isso ainda chegou a tempo de se cruzar com Ele – Posso ajudar-te! – disse.
Quando falaram, disseram repetidamente – eu também – uma, duas, três vezes, e mais.

No dia seguinte, já nem nas coincidências pensava. Depois de chorar e aprender muito, já via as luzinhas da cidade diante de si, e as da outra no espelho retrovisor, Ela lembrava-se – «por muito mau ou triste que seja um dia, um simples pormenor pode torná-lo especial». Ligou o rádio e estava a dar aquela música… Ela lembrou-se Dele, sorriu, e o caminho pareceu-lhe mais bonito.

«Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We've yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon
Every dawn you're surprising
And the evening was consoling
Saying "See it wasn't quite as bad as"
Well, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know

I was patiently erasing and recording the wrong episodes
After you had proved my point wrong
It wasn't like I'd let it go
I just wanted to catch the last laugh of this show

Yeah, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio
(The dashboard melted, but we ran it good, we ran it good)»