405 to Nowhere

Rolling down the freeway in the California sun
In this asphalt drama, our journey just begun
Taillights stretch for miles, like a trail of falling tears
On this road to the OC with hope that it clears

Concrete jungle echos, in the rhythm of the ride
With no rhyme or reason, frustrations collide
405 South, where the traffic is a fight
Heading down to Orange County, with no end in sight

The bane of my existence, is my daily commute
Lines and lines of traffic, about to make me puke
In my car for hours, pulling out my hair
I need to get to OC, get me there

Concrete jungle echos, in the rhythm of the ride
With no rhyme or reason, frustrations collide
405 South, where the traffic is a fight
Heading down to Orange County, with no end in sight

The lines go on for miles, I hate the way it drones
I despise the way it drags me down and hate the yellow cones
Let me merge, don't bring me down
Get out of my way you fucking clown
Just got to get to Academy Street and I can lay down and rest my feet

Concrete jungle echos, in the rhythm of the ride
With no rhyme or reason, frustrations collide
405 South, where the traffic is a fight
Heading down to Orange County, with no end in sight

Traffic signs and city lights, merging in a daze
Concrete waves of chaos, in this endless maze
The passing lane is no better, why no one knows
I guess the lanes mean nothing, they're just for show

Concrete jungle echos, in the rhythm of the ride
With no rhyme or reason, frustrations collide
405 South, where the traffic is a fight
Heading down to Orange County, with no end in sight



Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link