Life as a car

There's lines and lights and grass and i'm blowin' by them. this cavalry of cars sloppily speeding.
And it's easy to get lost without these road signs.
So thank god for my eyes.
I don't want to understand, me and you and contraband. follow suit and grab this hand, all this just to be a man. there's people changing lanes not looking left or right.
No wonder 21 can be such a mess.
So i scan for an exit to spite this blockade.
Back roads are overlooked.
I hope these back roads will save us and give us new ways to find truth.
We'll beat this cavalry back home and ill find you.