Traffic

They try to tell you which way to go
But you don’t want to follow them
You want to find your own way out, through this mess
You find yourself stuck behind
An old lady driving too damn slow
But you dare not honk for fear that you may startle her
This is so ridiculous I am going to be so late
To my next appointment, to my next blessing in life
They said it was free
Something called a handout??

If I told you everything was OK
Would you take it in blind faith?
And just believe me? I tell no lies you know you want to
Take a bite of the apple
Take the back roads and coast through life
But you’re too much of a chicken, test me, won’t you, you want to, please do!
Should I turn here?
Or should I cut the lights off and coast into the darkness