The Pullovers Amy Gray & Patrick Short - Rubberneckin' Lyrics

It's true emergencies require a bit of space
It's the law here when you're passing them to ease up on your pace
But even when you're Northbound and they're in the Southbound lane
There's a curiosity that gets the best of you
And you slow way down to get a better view
Not caring for the other people behind you...
Rubberneckers, Rubberneckin'
Wonderin' and What-the-Heckin'
I'm sitting and I'm wondering why this traffic's at a crawl
There doesn't seem to be an explanation for it all
Oh, I see now, on the overpass
Somebody's gone and got themselves a flat
Now the rubberneckers have to do their bit
Slowing down because they gotta take a look at it
Rubberneckin', you're Rubberneckin'
Wonderin' and What-the-Heckin'
Speculatin', Theorizin'
Guessin', Hypothesizin'
Slowing down to get a better view
What if that guy in that car was you?
It's all fun and games and novelty
'Til your kids see something they can't unsee
Now you went and gave them PTSD
From staring at that emergency
What did you hope that you might see?
Just move on past and set us all free
Rubberneckin', you're Rubberneckin'
Wonderin' and What-the-Heckin'
Just keep driving and mind your lane
And mind your own business, if it's all the same
Those cops and medics and tow truck drivers
Don't need no supervisors
They can handle things when they go wrong
You've got a job and it is just to move along
Rubberneckin', you're Rubberneckin'
Wonderin' and What-the-Heckin'
Rubberneckin', you're Rubberneckin'
Wonderin' and What-the-Heckin'