Clouds and drizzle
Bumper to bumper
Road improvements? No improvement
Test my patience
Conquer pointless frustrations
13 days, 14 days, 15 days, every year
A sacrificial commute
Pleasing to the Lord
Forced quiet time
I shall pray, as I may
Listen to the word
Listen to the music
Listen to the deluded arguing over what does not matter
I could climb a mountain
I could make a difference
I could make an album
I could read a book, yeah right
I could sleep all day long
No, no, no
What must be, must be, and what is, is
So I will stare at your bumper
And wonder why the guy behind
Has to get so ridiculously close to mine
Whilst I smile
Knowing that joy does not come at the end of a commute
It comes from the peace inside
That only the free will ever know
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