Red Light by Martin Leroux

You're asking why I've gotten quiet
I'm upset, I won't deny it
Yes, it was something you said

Once upon a you-and-I
We followed through with compromise
But what's this that you're putting in my head?

You said I'd get "redemption, baby"
See, it's all perception, "baby"
How am I to learn from your mistakes?

You're giving me the red light
Still I'm driving
I ain't sitting on the passenger's side
I'm not holding up this traffic
Any longer
Buckle up, 'cause this is my ride

Oh, things just ain't been the same
Since you took up your fascist reign
I know a thing 'bout who you think you are

You ask me what I think I learned
My business ain't of your concern
Anymore

It's getting late, the lines are shut and
There's the door so get to strutting
Call your friends to come by for your stuff

You're giving me the red light
Still I'm driving
I ain't sitting on the passenger's side
I'm not holding up this traffic
Any longer
Buckle up, 'cause this is my ride

I'm finally sober
I'll be taking myself home tonight
You're out of quarters, it's game over
Yeah
I'm speeding through your stupid red light

I'm breaking away
I'm breaking away

I'm breaking away
I'm breaking away

You're giving me the red light
Still I'm driving
I ain't sitting on the passenger's side
I'm not holding up this traffic
Any longer
Buckle up, 'cause this is my ride

I'm finally sober
I'll be taking myself home tonight
You're out of quarters, it's game over
Yeah
I'm speeding through your stupid red light

• Folk
• acoustic
• acoustic pop
• alternative rock
• pop
• pop rock
• singer-songwriter
• Tokyo