Rush Hour

8 in the morning I get in my car
Creepin' tired of a new day just begun
Turn on the radio same old news
Hit the road you gotta queue up right in time

Sleepy soldiers this is our march
but every step is taking half an hour
If I could fly over this line
I'd clearly see us in our cans, one by one

Is there anything wise in this rush hour?

And everyone has got his story to tell
Low wage, bad cold, high rents, new mobile
Like thousand poultry diamonds shine
In an undistinguished mass, that is why

We're eager to redeem ourselves in the calmness of our car
Cryin' out loud, loud, like talk shows

Where you can't catch anything, no, just a rush hour

I can't wait the end of day to pour it out
This belt is getting on my nerves, I can't stand these traffic lights
And even if it may be senseless I don't mind
I will leave my door wide open and start walkin' down the

Grass
On my way home
Gettin' rid of all the shit that crowds our minds
I just made it! I'm leaving all this mess behind
Run away, I feel free anyhow, anyhow, anyhow

I claim that I'm free but I must backtrack my car in the line
And I see so much rage in the ones who shout their own truth
And so did I
It's so unkind seeing our energies funnelled in this rush hour

The story failed in its aim to go beyond
Is there any chance to make it? I can't manage to go on
And also I while writin' up the song
I can't do anything but wonder, wonder, wonder

(SOLO)