Faster and faster, but I’m losing ground.
Red light flashing, nobody slowing down.
The faster I go, the more I fall behind,
The map is fading in my mind.

Landmarks are not where they were before.
And cars don’t stop at red lights anymore.
Wheels spinning wild, world’s gone askew.

Why don’t cars stop at red lights anymore?
Gas pedals nailed to the floor.
Whoa, what a war!

Colorblind, panties in a bind,
Are we fighting in the street, losing our mind?
Red light’s burning, but we race right through.
Why don’t we stop? Tell me, what’s the use?

I don’t want to be unkind and
make innocent people feel maligned.
But are all the gas pedals nailed to the floor?
Why don’t cars stop at red lights anymore?
Horns blaring, loud chaos in the air…

Why don’t cars stop at red lights anymore?
Gas pedals nailed to the floor.
Whoa, what a war!

Colorblind, panties in a bind,
Are we fighting in the street, losing our mind?
Red light’s burning, but we race right through.
Why don’t we stop? It’s killing me and you.

Is there an evil mastermind
making us feel that we’re falling behind?
Let’s dangle him out in the intersection,
Watch the lights flash, give him a new direction.
Hang him high where the red lights glow,
See if he learns to just… let… go.

Why don’t cars stop at red lights anymore?
Gas pedals nailed, crashing through the door.

Colorblind, panties in a bind,
Are we fighting in the street, losing our mind?
Red light! Red light!
Why don’t we stop?

© Roy H. Williams and Gene Naftulyev, Tiny Tribe music