Start your engines for the morning rush,
through the rain and snow and driven slush.
No given quarter or order to madness’ border.
One wrong turn turns life much shorter.
A calm head you must keep and seek
along the least troubled path to bleak.
So it is so the bleak future of the road
where few recover what they’re owed.
But great is the fate of he who’ll wait,
one thing to remember, don’t be late.