If I could hit rewind, Jackie saidnI'd like to see what it'd be likenTo take a different road nThat didn't wind up in a dull suburban lifennCause we've got so much, still know I'm losingnIt always hits me hardest when traffic's not movingnnSink holes in bus seats nFrom the days set on repeatnChew my leg out from the snarenAnd limp away to don't know wherennBut these dreams and diatribes nStay at the park and ridenCause we still queue up outsidenThat's the way it is nThe way that we existnnThis route's not going away