The numbers to want to get passed
We live by the obvious complainers wasting their days
Contain us hold on the pain
You're driving too fast
Racing to red lights
I know that you want to feel grounded
But how will you tell when you've found it
Impatient people will pass you
Just because they can doesn't mean that you have to
You're driving too fast
Racing to red lights
A message from the backseat
I'd like to see my street again in once piece my friend