Into the Sun

Driving the car when the sun starts to sink
Is blindingly glaringly tough.
You pull down the visor with Ray-Bans in place
But it really is never enough.

The traffic starts crawling and everyone brakes
‘Cause they can’t see the road up ahead,
So you stop and you start as you stare at a stream
Of the brake lights of cars gleaming red.

If you’re lucky a building will block out the rays
Or the sun will eventually set,
But it’s going to take you a much longer time
To arrive where you’re trying to get.