Track 1 of the EP Empty Rooms, Open Windows · 2021
Rush Hour Rosary
“I used to curse every tail light in rush hour, and now I count them like beads. Slowing down turned out to be a kind of prayer.”
slow rock · gospel rock · slow rock · 3:23
Lyrics
I used to haul through rush hour Cursing every tail light's glow Forty tons and a tired heart Nowhere fast and nowhere slow Now I sit in a line of strangers With a coffee and a prayer Counting every little blessing Between the brake lights glaring there Say a rosary of red lights Bead by bead, let the miles roll slow Every driver has a story Every one a place to go Say a rosary of red lights Hold the wheel and let it be Every stop is just a breath On the long road home to me Woman in the blue sedan Wipes a tear and fixes her hair Kid in the back is making faces At the old man's rearview stare We're all in this slow procession Heading toward a kitchen light Someone's got supper on the table Someone's waiting up tonight Say a rosary of red lights Bead by bead, let the miles roll slow Every driver has a story Every one a place to go Say a rosary of red lights Hold the wheel and let it be Every stop is just a breath On the long road home to me Used to think I'd lost my time Stuck behind a stranger's line Now I know the time was mine All along, all along Say a rosary of red lights Bead by bead, let the miles roll slow Every driver has a story Every one a place to go Say a rosary of red lights Hold the wheel and let it be Every stop is just a breath On the long road home to me Just a breath on the road home to me Red lights turning green