Transportation 歌词

Take the bus or drive the car your destination planning all depends on how it works with your efficiency the trip itself is meaningless heading toward the target point's always too slow Some teenager just cut me off, I think his music's blaring while the grandma to my left moves extra cautiously and we'd like to go about our ways without these interactions keeping only destination set in mind Here and now, it's all we've got until all exhaust's departed darkened brown the base is rusting with apathy Sometimes the reminiscence flows out rusted tape converters but the song sounds just as fresh as it did once before so take a moment to look out your cancer-sticking windshield to enjoy the ride, the traffic, and the poor drivers in their limousines So hang on to your transfers because you'll never know when you'll need your transportation the taxi driver stopped he told the yuppie in the back to catch himself a ride