Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Expressway





Every time I drive into the silver city
I must take a different road
It's always under construction
To handle the overload
The traffic jams are terrible
The sky watch ain't much use
Take me back to the dark ages
Before you blow a fuse

As we drive
The Expressway
Of Regression
If you'll pardon
The Expression
By the way
The country
That runs on oil
Is surely bound
To slip someday

I think I heard something
About an energy crises on the news
I'm not sure I heard it though
For the sound of the Skidoos
They said a plane is circling
And a bomb must be contended
But that's still up in the air
And there's no pun intended

As we drive the Expressway...


Mustangs Cougars and Thunderbirds
Are all the current rage
See them driving back and forth
Like animals in a cage
When jogging through the streets of smog
Better catch your breath with care
There will be no second wind
When you've exhausted all the air

As we drive the Expressway...
© 1973 Stefan des Lauriers

EXPRESSWAY (Revised 2008 - 35 years later)

Every time I drive into the bustling city
I must take a different road
It’s always under construction
To handle the overload
The traffic jams are terrible
It’s faster in walking shoes
Take me back to the dark ages
Before you blow a fuse
The city is expanding
Under a cloud of smog
What I need is some fresh air
To get outside and jog

Every time I take my car for a fill-up
There’s a line around the block
Now I’m stuck here in a traffic jam
About to get out and walk
My temper is about to boil
There must be a greener way
The country that runs on oil
Is surely bound to slip one day
My stomach is expanding
My arteries are getting clogged
What I need is some fresh air
To get outside and jog

Mustangs, Cougars and Thunderbirds
All evoke a wild rage
See them cruising back and forth
Like animals in a cage
When jogging through the smog
Better catch your breath with care
For there will be no second wind
When you've exhausted all the air
Finally I made it home
In time to walk the dog
What I need is some fresh air
To get outside and jog

© 2008 Stefan des Lauriers



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