Leaning on a Wheel

Getting in our own way And blaming traffic And a shitty plan And other things that are assumed you understand Head down And eyes peeled I wouldn't call it driving, more like leaning on a wheel Not happy And not in love But let's have a baby to save the marriage that we made up It's getting in our own way Thinking I can look through walls that I run up on Are mostly ones I've stared at So play in traffic Have a kid May every good deed be in self interest We're all giving ourselves head Each in our own way Pairing off with whatever Will lighten up our days Or you'd hope But you know death can travel And I'm sure it'll walk us home You come in and leave alone And I know death can travel And I'm sure it'll walk us home