Half A Smidge Songtext / Lyric

When the evening sun is setting low

Blinding you on your drive home

And the lanes of traffic all converge

Causing you to curse every other word

For to wish it all away






Daily grind's got your screw stripped

No can of wd40 can fix your situation

Seems to be losing steam



Dream's been dropped on credit cards

And false hope pumping out of your soul

Like oil in the gulf it's a dead end

Drive it further deep into the ground

Till the point's dull as your skull

And the same sun that you curse

Powers your hybrid heart home



If only this car would move half a smidge