Sittin' in traffic trying to get home
Talking to each other on cell phones
All this talk and so alone
Bumper to bumper in the great unknown
I got tinted windows, Cruz, and air
Power locks baby, it’s a jungle out there
I ain’t saying that I don’t care
Who ever told you life was fair
In the age of innocents, set foot on a path
You don’t need Albert Einstein to do the math
We’re standing at the altar of the golden calf
I want to cry, got to laugh
When did everything get so hard and mean
Working every day to feed the money machine
Where’s the simple man with a simple dream
walking 'long side a mountain stream
On a clear bright day when it was no surprise
A sky so blue it almost hurt your eyes
Love was the promise, love was the prize
Around the next bend and over the rise
The rivers are choked now, they don’t flow
I’d like to run away, don’t know where to go
You can’t look back, they say that’s so
I punch another station on the radio
A voice says “man would you like to make a deal”
“You’re just as young as you feel”
If you can’t touch it, it ain’t real
Who’s hands are these on the wheel
In the age of innocents, set foot on a path
You don’t need Steven Hawking to do the math
We’re standing at an altar of the golden calf
I want to cry, got to laugh
Sittin’ in traffic just trying to get home
Talk, talk, talk, cell phones
All this talk and so alone
Bumper to bumper in the great unknown
Copyright 2013 by Scott D Stieber