My road to you is
Kentucky construction in the summer
We don’t know where it started, or when
Where it’s going, or if there’s even an end

Taking the wrong turn
Rerouting
I am trying not to be the asshole
In the big black truck
Laying on the horn when there’s
Nowhere to go

Patience is a virtue, they say 
But this road work has been going
Going
Going
And I’m tiring of the wrong turns

Orange cones flying by, then crawling
The heat bouncing off them as palpable
As a heartbeat on the first date 

And I’m trying to cruise the backroads
Detour
Windows down
Music up
Hair flying in the wind

Rerouting
Rerouting

This road to you,
I don’t know where it started
But I know where I want it to end