Croozin'...

Good for a laff

There's a little game I play when i'm drivin'
Retain a little sanity, i'm mentally divin'
The pressure of a stare from all directions around
It's like i'm in a box of sight without any sound
The intersection's full of fossil powered machines
A range of colors•logos•engines•stuck in between
The places where they've been and always having to go
A grid of human motion that is more than a show
I hit the colored lights and put myself on display
I'm lookin' straight ahead and put my ego at bay
I feel you staring at me through the sides of your eyes
But seeing me is hard, i've got the perfect disguise
I hide behind the metal plastic glass all around
I hide behind the music like a forcefield of sound
I hide behind the shades that I display on my face
I hide behind a subtle fleeting glance up at space
My favourite thing is right between the front and the rear
The glass dividing metal just behind my left ear
I move to a position blocking your view from mine
I dodge your probing stare within the finest of lines
I grip the wheel tightly with a twitch of my hands
A tremble of my lips but how much more can I stand
The color changes switching to the brightest of greens
I hit the gas to quickly change this pressurized scene
And now it's back to me, my own reflection, and I
It tells me i'm alright now with the wink of an eye
Restoring all the confidence at once to this man
Until I hit the next light and it happens again
But it's the price i pay to operate this machine
I know i'm always gonna have to live through this scene
But when I do the mask will slyly move into place
And hide me from the world I must reluctantly face...