nine a.m. traffic jam and I'm late for work again.
there are planes overhead and people going places.
and I'm dreaming I'm on my way with them.
I just want to be driving through.
I got my sunglasses and the radio on.
I'm feeling good.
just like I could roll up my sleeves and take on the world.
but if this city had its way.
it would swallow me whole.
I won't let it swallow me.
I just want to be driving through the night to be with you.
or maybe on my way to new york.
or toward the western sky.
I don't really care.
I'd just drive