Half a Smidge

When the evening sun is setting low
Blinding you on your daily drive home
And the lanes of traffic all converge
Causing you to curse every other word
For to wish it all away

The daily grind's got your screw stripped
No can of WD-40 can fix your
Situation seems to be losing steam

The dream's been dropped on credit cards
And false hope pumping out of your soul
Like oil in the gulf, it's a deadpan
Drive it further, deep into the ground
'Til the point's dull, as your skull
And the same song you cursed
Powers your hybrid heart home

If only this car would move half a smidge