Slow down, the lights are red.
A warning sign, I’ve been here before.
Stop, stop before the crash,
before I collide, head-first, with everything that’s coming my way.
the gears shift to a neutral state,
the engine heaves a sigh – exhausted.
A placid state – motionless,
waiting for the shades to change,
wasting my life away behind a steering wheel.
waiting for a sign.
And then comes the Amber,
Hello there, I’ve been waiting for you.
Amber – you beautiful thing,
you beautiful sign.
I’m sitting here,
watching everyone and everything pass-by,
just an on-looker – just another among the crowd,
waiting for the shades to change; again.
But darling, I’m done waiting.
I’ve dealt with these shades before,
I’m shifting gears,
I’m taking control,
I’m taking over.
So what, if I collide,
so what, if I crash,
Its better than waiting,
anything – absolutely anything
is better than the wait.
I’m speeding up darling,
wasting time behind the steering wheel – no more.
Do you think you could keep up?