When the Bridge Toll Was a Dollar - Casiotone For The Painfully Alone

I reached into my wallet and I pulled out one single crisp clean dollar bill

And I handed it to you, I watched as you adjusted your sun visor

To keep the glare out of your eyes

Then you rolled down your window and you paid the toll taker

As we drove away I watched you push your hair behind your right ear

And you turned to me and you smiled, and in that smile was everything

You were all I’d ever wanted