Road Rage

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The red car is parked on double yellow lines

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Nearby I am waiting, content to be waiting

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The passing parade entertains and I am content, waiting

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From the rear of the red car a youngster leans forward

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There is no prologue, no gentle upswell, it is sudden

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His music, his sound, his choice, it is there, it is everywhere

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Along with the shattered still air there goes my patience

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I suddenly want to take my phone and retaliate

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I want so much to go and stand by his open window

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His open window! His open window!

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I could, I could do it, take my phone to his open window

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And by his window I could play for him

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My choice of music as he plays his for me

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I could, I could do it, I could play for him,

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Puccini, Madame Butterfly, Un Bel Di, Vedremo

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And as the music rises and the voice soars

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I would lean closer, I would raise the volume

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I would lift the phone, I would share my music even more

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I imagine I would enjoy his horrified looks

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His initial delight at being noticed turning

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To complete and utter incomprehension

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How can anyone call that music?

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I could enjoy that but I don’t, I turn away and hold my silence

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Maybe one good day, one good day, we will see