Racing Towards the Red Light
On your way homeWeaving in and out of rush hour traffic
That's crawling and inching closer home.
You light a cigarette.
And roll down the window--
Trying to ignore
The fucking stench of it all.
Cause some self righteous,
Self absorbed prick
Just cut you off.
And he's racing towards a red light
So he can win this game of inches
By nothing more than an inch.
Maybe it makes you wonder,
What's all this bullshit really for?
The 40 hours a week
And then an alcohol fuelled Friday.
The woman that you're with
And the women that you're wanting.
Snap out of it. The light turns green
And that million wheeled centipede starts to crawl again.
You decide to bundle up all those broken dreams
And throw them all away.
Take one last pull from that smoke in your mouth
And throw all that poison away.
Think about rainbows
In the land of light
And sparkling-champagne stars
At midnight.
But all I can feel is blue
Like that dim light stretched tight
Behind the skyscrapers
At night.
At the next red light you make a promise to yourself:
To get out of that coffin on wheels
And scream out loud--
It's alright!
Everything's gonna be ok!
Everything's gonna be ok!
Hey you--
Sitting in the dark with that scowl across your face.
You been kicked down
And you been kicked around
Too many times to remember.
And you're wallowing in that pain
Cause every day is the same
When you wake up and fall asleep
Feeling so fucking sorry for yourself.
Well, we've all been caught clutching
On to something for far too long
And all that matters is that we keep on clutching
No matter if it's right or wrong.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Friends and lovers too--
Snap out of it.
Cause there's one truth we all know:
Clutching on to a sinking ship
Ain't gonna keep it from sinking.
Just like sitting there in traffic
Thinking of nothing but your pain
Ain't gonna help you to start healing
It's gonna keep you kneeling.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Last words, last words:
Love every single thing that you can.
Last words, Last words.
Out.
© 2006 Jefferson Lavender