"Thru Traffic"  Parental Advisory genre: Indie
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	Intelligent rock that defies this stupid category.
	CD: Infinity Demands It   Label: Ind. Credits: Kevin Watts-- words and music (ASCAP)
	Story Behind the Song The music came from jam sessions and was all very spontaneous. The lyrics evolved out of a general disgust of wasting life in law school, when I really just want to keep driving. "Thru Traffic" is from an actual sign on I-94 in Detroit that taunts me every morning. Lyrics Another fucking morning wasted on a road that only backwards goes Gridlock numbs my mind, so I accelerate to get where everyone knows My sight's trained on the rearview mirror, my gun's a crinkled paper in my coat But it's hard to pull the trigger with one finger pointed up and another in my throat. Why can't I leave the turn lane? The wheel's stuck on one plane. I've got to merge with somewhere-- Thru traffic goes there. I'm here on the old overpass, with my heart behind bars-- Starin' at the souls that just go My hands find flex in the chains, they don't look tough to me-- One pull from my will, they'll break I know I look down from below, see Thru Traffic on high-- Or all that will be left for me is why There's fate laughing at me He thinks that I'll jump-- But little does he know, I'm gonna fly Someone dragged me back, a friend, but he of all should know that I woul die. Like a bird weighed down with oil so familiar, I could taste the laughing lie. I was so close, I saw the door, but now it seems that I have lost two steps to past. But just six ounces out of twelve won't cut it-- I need more to make me last. Gotta move-- drive faster than time-- tomorrow came yesterday-- And life won't wait around another day. I look back, see you up on the bank and you're waving good-bye-- Was that the cold or a tear that lost its way? We're full with not one seat to spare and I'm up at the wheel, full of caffeine, With my dreams riding shotgun, singin' loud. I don't know, I guess you tought I might change, but you look good in my mirror. Anyway, I'd never stop. I'm too proud. If I could pour this glass forever, I wouldn't have to tread this water just to be. If I could pass my exit just this once, I'd overflow and spill my way to me. If I'm too drunk to drive the car, then promise me that you will find another mode. I'll take the bus. I'll walk. I'll crawl, 'cause I can do without the means, but not the road.

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