Road work begins
In two hundred feet
In traffic again
No ejection seat
Whether we make it or not I tried
To make it there on time
It's not an excuse though
I'm hoping that you know
If the freeway was open
I'd be 25 over
I don't mean to move slow
I'm racing but can't go
If the freeway was open
I'd be that much closer
Steering through bends
Circles around the bay
All the time we spend
On the new routes we take
It's not an excuse though
I'm hoping that you know
If the freeway was open
I'd be 25 over
I don't mean to move slow
I'm racing but can't go
If the freeway was open
I'd be that much closer
(I'd be so close)
(It's not an excuse)
(I hope that you know)
(I'd be 25 over)
(I don't mean to move slow)
(I'm racing baby)
(I'd be so close to you)