
Sunday Morning Stoplight
Copyright (c) 2017 John Christopher Haddox and Perfer's Own Publishing
I want to run it, the coast is clear
I should just gun it, the cops are nowhere near
Clean as a whistle, clear out of site
Though I could make it, that don’t make it right
I play it careful, that’s just the way that I am
I wouldn’t do well in jail—don’t want a life on the lam
So I’ll just here nice and tight and wait and wait
At this Sunday morning stoplight
Sunday morning stoplight
You’re messing with me again
I try to live my life right
But you’re making me want to sin
If Christ was in the driver’s seat
I’d betcha and I’ll bet I’d be right
I know that God’s own son would run
This Sunday morning stoplight
I’m out for coffee, before I head down to church
I let the brake up, car gives a little lurch
Hoping to trip some switch unseen
Trick that light into turning green
Big brother’s watching , I see up there on the pole
A camera dressed like an owl—waiting to see if I roll
Next thing I know I’ll get a note in the mail
Saying see you in court or see you in jail
Now, I’m a thinking fellow and it seems to me
It should be blinking yellow , it blows my MPG
To sit here idling, polluting the air
If I’m gonna kill the planet can I kill it while I’m going somewhere