Traffic Jam

I'll wait around this passenger's seat And watch my life pass to the right of me Could you go any faster Please slow down We'll reach our destination We'll get around this traffic jam This traffic jam And stuck in my peripherals A reflection of the things that I've done A rear view frame of where I've been It's all the same Another traffic jam To slow us down To work our nerves To add up time We don't deserve We hate this car Strapped to it's seats It hardly runs But hasn't claimed defeat It hasn't defeat I claim defeat I claim defeat If heaven has solid streets of gold That never end then I don't wanna go If heaven has solid streets of gold That never end then I don't wanna go If heaven has solid streets of gold That never end then I don't wanna go