Making Tracks

Caught in traffic on a one way street Where's a traffic cop when you need one It's time I trust in my own two feet Just a couple miles and I'll be done Walking faster than these idle wheels Head is high and my pace is steady Just making tracks with my smoking heels I'm passing cars like Richard Petty So close to home on this scorching day Could use a drink when I get inside Can't imagine what the cops will say But I don't care if they tow my ride