"If I could hit rewind," Jackie said,   "I'd like to see what it'd be like  To take a different road that didn't  Wind up in a dull suburban life.    'Cause we've got so much, still know I'm losing;   It always hits me hardest when traffic's not moving."  Sink holes in bus seats from the days set on repeat;   Chew my leg out from the snare  And limp away I don't know where.    But these dreams and diatribes stay at the park and ride,   'Cause we still queue up outside.  That's the way it is; the way that we exist.    This route's not going away.