Engines in your ears
A car weeping tears
Metal death traps
Are escape's greatest fear
For there isn't a race
Just destination's grace
A beginning and end
Moving A to point B
Won't hurt to make a wrong turn
Although it's tires might burn
To have to take another road
So long as you can steer
Streets aren't made for parking
With stubbornness you'll be barking
At a toll that's gone most Sundays
Just stop you could have heard it
One trip is just a path
A ride not made to last
So what'll it hurt to shift
The journey just one more tick?
