The lane next over is always faster And you wait so long until you're so bothered But right after you complete your merge The lane you started in gets going And while you wait for your luck to change All you can think of is where you started
ooooh do-do-do-do-do .. do-do-do-do-do!
You don't like anything on local radio So you fumble around 'til you land on NPR And listen to world news Well, a bomb went off in the parking lot Of a newly opened sunni marketplace And a cloud covers your car at just the right time For you to see the dark on your face in the mirror do-do-do-do-do .. do-do-do-do-do! do-do-do-do-do .. do-do-do-do-do! Whoaa!
Your phone goes off with a picture of your mother It's five to six, and she can't find your brother And while normally you'd yell and scream, Instructing her to go and find him on her own but calmly you're exiting, And telling her that you are headed on your way home
She does not know what to say, Just glad you're on your way home You turn off your phone in a different tone Oooh as you think, The bad feeling so bad makes the good so gooooooood!