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.
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