Expat Desert Commute

Daily drive fraught with stress One wrong move what a mess Looking left, looking right Praying neither will bring fright All seems clear, so off we go Straight and fast, avoiding foe All strapped in and knuckles white Let him pass! Avoid the fight Can't make trouble, no friend is near Don't you know we're not wanted here? Was that a shot? Stoke the Fire! Not today it was just a tire Five miles more, we're almost there Pulse is up, but no worse for wear We made it here, we passed the test I sure am glad I wore my vest What we'll do to make a buck Same tomorrow, wish us luck 3 June 03