The lights fly by steady flow of traffic,
And I'm not moving at all.
Blurred visions moving faster and faster,
And still, no movement.
I wonder when I'll get away,
Break from this.
I wonder if I'll lose it all,
Buried six feet under.
Waiting for my breath to restore...
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
The lights fly by, random spurts,
Color against my blurred visions,
And I wonder if I'll ever make it out,
Alive.