Traffic Lights

[earth-angel]

Middle-aged man
In smoke-filled car
Dreaming of evenings
In beer-soaked bar


And watching the rain
Splash on the glass
He watches and waits
As the other cars pass


The traffic changed
From green to the red
And he hums & he sorts
Through the thoughts in his head


He drives past the station
Now silent and bare
And the streetlights flash on
Though there's nobody there


Turning to the corner
He pulls up the drive
His wife has been waiting
For him to arrive


She does the washing
He watches TV & they talk of the things
That they wanted to be
And later on as she turn out the light


And the sound of their voices
Melts into the night
Falling to dust, suburban dreams
Starting to rust...