For every hour that moves too slow
there's a night that just passes.
I can't see the stars out here.
Twinkle twinkle headlights,
untwisted candy cane stripes of
red and white down the freeway.
Peppermint traffic, stop and go.
For every white dash
there's a mile of yellow line.
And every city that swallows the sky
and digests the sea of cars
is one less eternity
keeping us hungry for destination.