Waiting For The Light To Turn Green

It's raining in my coffee cup
 Comin' down since I got up today—cold and gray
 And lookin' in my rearview mirror I could be anywhere
 But here I am—traffic jam
 All these people without names
 Every day we face the same routine
 Waiting for the light to turn green
 The lady in the blue sedan
 Combs her hair and steals a glance at me—who is she?
 Does anybody hold her tight
 Or does she spend her days and nights at home all alone
 And over in the passing zone
 All wrapped up inside their own daydreams
 They're waiting for the light to turn green
 Do they wonder who I am
 Do they know I'm not some damn machine
 Waiting for the light to turn green
 What about the love I long for
 What about the child I want someday—where are they?
 What about my heart's desire
 What about these four bald tires I'm on—how long?
 I've been goin' nowhere fast
 Runnin' out of time and gasoline
 Waiting for the light to turn green
 I'll be damned if I'll grow old
 Waiting for these wheels to roll, not me
 Waitin' for the light to turn green