There's a fire in the road where a frame is burnt    And other automobiles are slowing down around the fire   Lanes are backed up and people get all anxious inside   They've got a schedule to keep and don't want life to slip by      The siren and cube are coming up from behind   1981 stereo is drowned from the sound   I see a car with an urge and a driver to control it   He's carried away because what he does is more important      Cars pass in cold blood   I hold back, it's hard to   Because I really want to block   But realize it's a bad time for that      I try to stay calm and watch the ambulance pass   But as the car with the schedule pulled out of their lane   I had a terrible urge, but no driver to control it   Don't get carried away, what he does is not important