Trying To Get To You
I've got stuff spread 'tween here and there
I'm way over the speed limit
what the state posts on the sign
is too moderate, I am thinking
as I downshift into low
I'm not going fast enough
traffic is much too heavy
and my clutch is starting to smoke
now, I think it's way too late
the officer is thinking so too
as he writes me out a ticket
on the side of this busy road
can't he see I'm in a hurry
to get me back to you
as soon as he is finished
off again I will go
he won't slow me down
and I'm not going to brake
I'll take all the tickets
'til they take my license away
if you see my little gray car
best move way out of my path
nothing will keep me from getting to you
the sirens just impede progress
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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