Traffic

Lost sense of the time on the highway Italy to Sweden, no stop no breaks I hate being in this van Is the purpose of every single "damn" Probably cause it's the thing I live for Contradiction of the soul Fills my head I wanna wait won't you stay Just longing for the endearing ones Wondering what I do when I do so I hate being in this van Music's in my soul still I feel so troubled Thorn between the things that really matters Matters to me I feel the twang The loom of what ones where A bound of you and me There ain't nobody? Who could imagine this Feels like the break of roam I feel the fear And still embrace the loom I got the roughest crossing in the history to pass Me to past