The truth is that those people in the cars
Have been driving for so long
That they forgot how to walk
They envy the brave ones who are out there
Nothing breaks their stride
The cars pass, hardly anybody stops
And when they do
The walkers stop and stare
The drivers do the same
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know how to feel

I want to get away
I want to drive
I want to make her feel how it feels
To walk the yellow line.