Highway Runs in the Sun.
A highway is a thing that will run,
Into the cool and into the sun.
It's in the air or flat on the ground,
Long lines of traffic, from the front, straight down.
Patience on it grows so thin,
Sleepiness starts to get to win.
Tired eyes, late for work,
Popping of horns, getting yelled from a jerk.
The road is always a busy place, the highway always runs,
If you don't have air conditioning, then you'll be blazed by the sun.