Heaven is a traffic jam on the i-80 expressway
On a hot and sunny summer day
In the heart of may
It's all about point of view
The darkest of days can still be altered in hue by you
The clamorous distant sounds
Soothes the distressed mind
Other people's petty problems
Seem to distract me, distract me from mine
From my overwhelming sense of stagnation
White noise helps fill the void of love lost
I'm so God damn sick and tired of being so God damn sick and tired
All the God damn time