Traffic Lights

You don’t know what it’s like to walk a mile in con-crete shoes You don’t know what I’m like- You ne-ver saw my point of view The tra- ffic lights all point me home a- way from you Dawn holds the key to bet- ter days now that we’re through 2 A.- M. streets are empty- un-like the grid-lock in my mind My ear-drums are still ringing from the last fight we left be-hind The tra- ffic lights all point me home a- way from you I let you in you shut me out a-part for good Get out Get out Get out Walk out Walk out Walk out Na-vi-gate through a minefield with egg-shells strapped on-to my feet Our last words have been spoken I let you in, you set me free The tra- ffic lights all point me home a- way from you Dawn holds the key to bet- ter days now that we’re through Oc-to- ber rain will guide me home a-way from you I let you in you shut me out a-part for good