Into the Sun

Driving the car when the sun starts to sink Is blindingly glaringly tough. You pull down the visor with Ray-Bans in place But it really is never enough. The traffic starts crawling and everyone brakes ‘Cause they can’t see the road up ahead, So you stop and you start as you stare at a stream Of the brake lights of cars gleaming red. If you’re lucky a building will block out the rays Or the sun will eventually set, But it’s going to take you a much longer time To arrive where you’re trying to get.