you want to leave you want to find yourself but you don t want to do that with me you want to drive you want to feel the breeze between your fingers and the trees and you don t know where you re going you get in the car and you hit the road and though i still love you i want you to know i hope you hit traffic the magic gets lost and the wind sits still i hope it s a static erratic drive and you re slamming on the wheel you get angry and graphic and i hope you hit traffic you want to fly you want to spread your wings and you got a hundred more cliches you think the road holds the truth and no ones gunna get in your way and you don t care where you re going you let the car decide when you hit the road though i still love you i want you to know i hope you hit traffic the magic gets lost and the wind sits still i hope it s a static erratic drive and you re slamming on the wheel you get angry and graphic and i hope you hit traffic you turn the radio up loud but no station is clear then a crackle from a cloud and the rain is soon here could the car break down could it be a sign i wish you would i really think you should but if you can t be mine i hope you hit traffic the magic is lost and the wind sits still and i hope it s a static erratic drive and you re slamming on the wheel i hope you hit traffic the magic is lost and the wind sits still and i hope it s a static erratic drive and you re slamming on the wheel you get angry and graphic and i hope you hit traffic