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Driving into Delaware |
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Dealing with the daily grind |
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I got plenty to handle |
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for a troubled mind |
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This bridge is a memorial |
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to the victims of a war |
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She and I and you survive |
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but I can't take it any more |
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I feel like walking out the door |
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Up in the sky, I see the sign |
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Are you in crisis? Call this line |
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We can ease your trouble mind |
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It takes a minute of your time |
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Wrecked and disconnected |
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I join the throng on 95 |
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Idling in the slow lane |
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I'm thinking over all those lies |
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It's a hopeless situation, |
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a challenge to survive |
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It could be very easy, |
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stop the car and take a dive |
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But I don't, |
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and I check toI need some contemplation |
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But it's not my style at all |
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Ultimate negation |
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Yes, I'll surely make the call |
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Strange what is needed these days |
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To bring our thoughts around |
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But it pulls me to my senses |
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I am lost, could I be found? |
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Yeah, guess I'll turn this car around |
