A Road Affair Testo

This long black ribbon has us all tied up. Were just fish swimming down the same old noxious stream. Coasting down a needle of man made worth, kept in check by a blur of white lines and a digital clock. But amongst the verbal abuse and collars laced with perspiration, rises a slender neck shapely perfection. I can see her . . . Her wet hair pulled back. Those glasses make her look serene. And for a minute there everything was glistening. Where does she got to work? Is there still sleep stuck in those lashes? Is there coffee on her breath? Oh, what the hell I she singing? Cutting me off at 90 k's. She's cutting in. Does she even know I'm there? Well, if she does, shes not indicating. Im always in the blindspot. Shes gonna win this one with mirrors. Shes the type who wins every race she enters. The road divides between us, we could crash at any moment. A final glance. Its as if she was never even there. Where does she go to work? Will I see her again tomorrow morning? I dont want to have to think about where I am going. Give me a reason to concentrate on this godforsaken traffic tragic figures chiselled our of their own affairs.