Backed Up on the Freeway

Ileft your arms this morning,

Didn’twant to go.

Spentall day at work. Seems like

Amillion years or more.

Whistleblows and now I’m gone

Ina screaming streak of blue,

Butnow I’m backed up on the freeway

Tryingto get back home to you.

 

Fadeleft, fade right,

Ina sea of red tail lights.

Nosaving off-ramp can I see,

Justtons of metal blocking me from you.

 

Icall you on the telephone,

“Babe,I’m trying to make it home”.

Andyou say it’s okay,

Youunderstand.

That’sthe time I realize

Thelove that I find in your eyes,

AndI’m so lucky

Justto be your man.

 

Nowwhat’s that up ahead I see?

Thatwall of traffic breaking free,

Thisrolling prison soon may be

Anopen highway leading me to you.

 

Theminutes seem to pass like days

Andmy mind is in such a haze,

Onlyone thought keeps me going

Strongto see it through.

Knowingat my journeys end

Iwill see your face again,

Iwon’t be backed up on the freeway

Tryingto get back home to you.