solace day
glorious haven beyond
the artists display
a carrying capacity
the mark of special
is brave for having a flaw
we function to potential
and groove on the natural law
take it all in
welcome to believe
don’t you find it hard to breath
there’s too much traffic
the quick end pace
of top speed
slowing us down
to rest on the faith
of brakes
the infinite populates
in telling numbers
of rush feet cheating the ground
we dwell in our blunders
or move without feigning a sound
make it all spin
turning to achieve
a bed and harmony reprieve
there's too much traffic
easy spaces
in a whirl wrong gone
at the races
we’ll justify
our solitary lonely drive
and fight
to stay awake
too much traffic
(words and music by brent jones)