Turning a corner on my short commute
Face North to West in the friendly pursuit
Of the welcome relief of ones work being done
I find myself driving into the Sun

Reaching above for a square on a hinge
Swinging it down, try to block the orange
Ball of sweaty white light in my eyes it will run
As I find myself driving into the Sun

Well all right
It has to get better
At least I can squint as I tumble along
I will not be deterred no we've only begun
As I find myself driving into the Sun

Sinking too quickly it ducks down below
I lift in my seat urging my neck to grow
While between mirror and pleather my vision near none
Is the light green or red?
All I see is the Sun

Well all right
It has to get better
At least I can squint as I tumble along
I will not be deterred no we've only begun
As I find myself driving into the Sun

Shimmering pieces of reflective glass
Fall from the mirror of the truck I can't pass
In our haste to advance and our will turning numb
We trample ourselves raging against the Sun

Well all right
It has to get better
At least I can squint as I tumble along
I will not be deterred no we've only begun
As I find myself driving into the Sun

Well all right
It has to get better
At least I can squint as I tumble along
I will not be deterred no we've only begun
As I find myself driving into the Sun