He passed in double yellow
Like he was heading to a fire
Really nothing to you
Yet it provoked your righteous ire
Would it make a difference
If you felt the fiery flames
Watched a simple man's dreams
Consumed in a flippant blaze
Would it make a difference
If you saw his baby trapped inside
Or counted the tormentous days
'til his agony would subside
That waitress was a little rude
Like she wasn't really there
She just found her husband cheating
And she's aware that no one cares
Her heart is shattered inside
But she tries to paint on a smile
The darkness is overcoming
Her future bleak and vile
Could it make a difference
To someone lonely, hurt, and lost
If we measured our words and actions
And we stopped to count the cost
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
He passed in double yellow
Like he was heading to a fire
Really nothing to you
Yet it provoked your righteous ire
Would it make a difference
If you felt the fiery flames
Watched a simple man's dreams
Consumed in a flippant blaze
Would it make a difference
If you saw his baby trapped inside
Or counted the tormentous days
'til his agony would subside
That waitress was a little rude
Like she wasn't really there
She just found her husband cheating
And she's aware that no one cares
Her heart is shattered inside
But she tries to paint on a smile
The darkness is overcoming
Her future bleak and vile
Could it make a difference
To someone lonely, hurt, and lost
If we measured our words and actions
And we stopped to count the cost
