Ella Eckholm - Traffic Jam (a voice memo)

I lost my train of thought back in the high
I was seeing the clouds of nirvana
Sometimes I wish people could fly
I used to try when I lived with my mama

Scraping knees in the shape of a comma

I've heard them say that life's just a game
No one wins but you wanna go far
What if I don't wanna play
Wanna play 2009 in my car

Driving slow on the backroads
Know I'll be home by sundown
I always am
See me in the AM
I'm coming down
If I'm late ill be damned

Traffic jam

I never needed a reason to why
All I needed were answers unoffered
I would sit down and talk to the sky
Praying my day would be longer

Passing by the Illinois sign
Been traveling alone oh my heads in the clouds
Something bout how states have lines
Gotta cross them over

Driving slow on the backroads
Know ill be home by sundown
I always am
See me in the AM
I'm coming down
If I'm late ill be damned
If I'm late ill be damned

Traffic Jam

If I'm late ill be damned

Written by:
Elisabeth Eckholm

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