Turning a corner on my short commute
Face north to west in the friendly pursuit of the
Welcome relief of oneʼs work being done
I find myself driving into the sun

Reaching above for a square on a hinge
Swinging it down try to block the orange
Ball of sweaty wet light in my eyes it will run
As I find myself driving into the sun

Well alright, it has to get better
At least I can squint as I tumble along
I will not be deterred no weʼve only begun
As I find myself driving into the sun

Sinking too quickly it ducks down below
I lift in my seat urging my neck to grow
While between mirror and pleather my vision near none
Is the light green or red, all I see is the sun

Well alright, it has to get better
At least I can squint as I tumble along
I will not be deterred no weʼve only begun
As I find myself driving into the sun

Shimmering pieces of reflective glass
Fall from the mirror of the truck I canʼt pass
In our haste to advance and our will turning numb
We trample ourselves raging against the sun
Well alright, it has to get better
At least I can squint as I tumble along
I will not be deterred no weʼve only begun
As I find myself driving into the sun

Well alright, it has to get better
At least I can squint as I tumble along
I will not be deterred no weʼve only begun
As I find myself driving into the sun