Lyrics

Everybody's racing to the same red light.
When did we get in such a hurry just to get in line?
In a land of sharp elbows, and sharper tongues
There's got to be a better way
of getting things done.

Everybody's racing to the same red light.
When did we get in such a hurry just to get in line?
Now you're stepping on your neighbor for a rapid climb
but we're all gonna get there
at the same damn time.

We come from different places.
We walk down different roads
We wear so many faces.
We play so many roles.
Dependent on each other.
A blessing and a curse.
We're all in this thing together
for better or worse.