in a world of many no one makes a sound
as I’m driving off to play another town
my quiet cruise it hums and rhymes … engine keeping up the time … I dream
rust fills the trunks and trains … the engine’s drunk again
crumbling stocks are saying … the powers are betraying
but here I sit insane … just parked in the passing lane … again
I’m poised behind the wheel though I am running
while many on this road are simply stumbling
through chaos and clutter … our daily bread and butter … I am praying
rust fills the trunks and trains … the engine’s drunk again
crumbling stocks are saying … the powers are betraying
but here I sit insane … just parked in the passing lane … again
my thoughts … they fly like rain
or a million … gypsy trains
gazing through … the window’s pain
I drive along
we’re fragile at our best and we are flawed
barely open we all work as broken locks
sense a danger in our world today … give it up and it might go away … the end
rust fills the trunks and trains … the engine’s drunk again
crumbling stocks are saying … the powers are betraying
but here I sit insane … just parked in the passing lane … again
my thoughts … they fly like rain
or a million … gypsy trains
gazing through … the window’s pain
I drive along
I’m coming home to be with you my dear
these folks are driving like their brains aren’t here
as I travel the highway of the lost … another day it gets crossed off … in time
rust fills the trunks and trains … the engine’s drunk again
crumbling stocks are saying … the powers are betraying
but here I sit insane … just parked in the passing lane … again
rust fills the trunks and trains … the engine’s drunk again
crumbling stocks are saying … the powers are betraying
but here I sit insane … just parked in the passing lane … again
but here I sit insane … just parked in the passing lane … again
but here I sit insane … just parked in the passing lane … again
just parked in the passing lane … again
music by Rand Coon , arrangement and lyrics by Randall Rospond , Oct. 2011