and Words
We, we don’t have to worry ’bout nothing (nothing, nothing)
‘Cause we got the fire, and we’re burning one hell of a something (something, something)
They, they’re gonna see us from outer space, outer space
Light it up, like we’re the stars of the human race, human race
When the light started out, they don’t know what they heard
Strike the match, play it loud, giving love to the world
We’ll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky
‘Cause we got the fire, fire, fire
Yeah, we got the fire, fire, fire
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
On an early Wednesday morning, I navigate the parking structure that dives down six stories from the ground level. It’s relatively easy to reach the bottom level; ramps lead directly down only briefly opening on each level. I choose the lowest level for consistency as I park close to the elevators. Next, I ride this elevator up to the second floor. I walk past Jerry’s shoeshine station, though it’s closed today. Had he been there, I would’ve greeted him with a warm smile.
I cut through the courtyard that separates the Nordstrom Rack and the food court, none yet open. I reach a bank of elevators just past that courtyard, I pick the set to the right. After clicking through my badge, I ascend to the 26th floor where my desk resides at work (at Pokémon, or technically TPCi, a subsidiary).