Midnight Traffic

A grinding halt on the North 405
Just trying to escape, that's when I hear you sigh
"I hate this fucking town. I hope I never come back"
You roll your window up
And it's so plain to see, like we're staring into the bright side of this moon
And we're just running away in the dead of the night
But we're stuck in reverse in a sea of crimson lights
We sit in silence
You turn the volume up
I check the rearview and see the fire trucks
We don't say nothin', but that says everything
And we ain't moving
Somehow the miles, they grow between
Like a distance, the years, and all the places that we've been
The basements, the graves, it's an endless pile-up of love, of hate, of midnight traffic in my guts
And it's so obvious to me the things I once could not see
We're just running away in the dead of night
But we're stuck in reverse amidst emergency lights
The lights are flashing, the siren sounds, and through the jaws of life the blood spreads thick on the ground
But we ain't stopping
And we ain't turning around
I've got my foot to the floor, head first straight into midnight traffic
No, we ain't turning around
We ain't stopping, no, and we ain't turning around