Track 2 of the EP Grind Rails and Grape Soda · 2011
Gridlock Choir
“Written stuck in traffic going nowhere, so we made the traffic sing. Fast and dumb, the way we like it.”
punk · skate punk · sing-along punk · 2:29
Lyrics
Six forty-five and I'm not moving Brake lights glowing like a red parade Coffee's cold and the radio's losing Everybody's honking, nobody's late Guy in the van is drumming his wheel Lady in the sedan is singing out loud Nobody here is pretending to feel Anything less than part of a crowd We're the gridlock choir, windows down Screaming at the sky in the slow-moving town Bumper to bumper, one big sound We're the gridlock choir, turn it up loud Truck driver waves and I wave back Strangers in a jam with the same bad day Somebody's blasting a three-chord track And the whole lane's singing along anyway We're the gridlock choir, windows down Screaming at the sky in the slow-moving town Bumper to bumper, one big sound We're the gridlock choir, turn it up loud Hey! Hey! Nobody's going anywhere Hey! Hey! So we might as well be there Hands on the wheel and hands in the air We're the gridlock choir, windows down Screaming at the sky in the slow-moving town Bumper to bumper, one big sound We're the gridlock choir, turn it up loud Turn it up loud Turn it up loud We're the gridlock choir