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.

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?

Are these people colorblind?
Are their panties in a bind?
Are we fighting in a war?
Why don’t we stop at red lights anymore?   

Is there an evil mastermind
Who is making us feel that we are falling behind?
Perhaps we can dangle him in an intersection
And see if he gets a new sense of direction.

© Roy H. Williams, Tiny Tribe music