A ripple of brake lights
A cacophony of horns
The screech of rubber
A crown of thorns

We're all just trying
To make it somewhere
In this stop and go life
This polluted air

So many different exits
Off an interstate
Bumper to bumper traffic
But we can't be late

We rush so much
That we're at a standstill
We can't get up high enough
To see what's past that hill

We always say it's good
To stop, then keep going
To keep that pace
To keep life flowing

But why don't we ever
Pay attention to yellow?
That in-between place
Where we just. go. slow.

Maybe we don't need to
Stop and smell those flowers
And maybe we don't need to
Count down the hours

Maybe we need to live them
One by one
And let Him worry about
All things under the sun

Because instead of just loving
This life that we're living
We forget to slow down
We ignore mercy given

We run through life
Like criminals at large
We get stuck in the past
Lose sight of who's in charge

So pick up that cross
Instead of driving by it
Our Savior did it first
Maybe we should try it

Follow him wherever you go
Don't let him get away
For the true and mighty Shepherd
Won't lead his sheep astray

In all of this stop and go in life
Where are we really going?
Home, some may say, a kingdom
Though the journey there is long