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