Stale Green Light

Been running like the devil with his pants on fire. Tearing up a rutted road with no spare tire. Racing toward the sunset in a reckless mood While the tension turns my knuckles white And I grit my teeth, got no time to waste, ‘cause I’m still a quarter mile from a stale green light. My baby called to say she needs a big, strong man. I need to get there fast, you’ve got to understand. Skidded ‘cross some black ice on a hair-pin curve; Almost took a short domestic flight, But I can’t let up, no I can’t slow down, ‘cause I’m still a quarter mile from a stale green light. It could change to yellow in a heartbeat. A change to red just wouldn’t do, But my baby has me colorblind. I’m comin’ through. Her mother’s getting slapped around. You know it just ain’t right. The ******* she’s been with is goin’ down tonight. Ain’t no Sunday driver. I’m a man on fire, ‘cause I’m still a quarter mile from a stale green light.