In fast express lanes I do go
Sitting upon the bus
But not today were they so quick
Something had caused a fuss
Stock still stood lanes of heavy tolls
For we were moving not
While normal traffic flowed on through
We were left to rot
But slowly creeping down the road
We crawled, inching along
And then, surprise, we made it through
I don’t know what went wrong
Traffic was stopped, but then twas not
No justification
I question not the way of things
In heart of our nation