A thousand break lights on my window
Dennis Brown playing on my stereo
waiting all this time riding up on the kings highway
So I see you set up the roadblock
With an empty quart, I drove right thru the stop
Don`t ask me where I`ve acquired my brand new car
I`ve been holding tears
It`s taken me a couple of gears
I noticed that the lights have changed
The freaks are somehow normal
And accepted deranged
So why must I be confused
I can`t be around your abuse
Let me tell you
Your mixed up moods, your attitudes
Won`t work
I`m done with this type of love we do
What do you do?
All you do is confuse and hurt
So I pass your house for one last time
And drive
Yeah
worry, thinking, speeding, complaining, all these signs that I`ve blown thru
Around the corner at a quarter of three
Accelerate as I start to leave, from you
As I leave from you
Let me tell you