Driving Down the Freeway With Herb

All, all of these lanes Not enough exits I see no one's face No one sees me They can't be free at such limited speeds And no one seems to care I could try new roads And leave my mountain home And it's the change I fear So it keeps me here Shifting lanes and gears Limits firm and clear Some some know the Just not me Most most are just late Just like me In such construction no progress is made And somehow I still stay