Colored Signs Track

Staten Island

The people drove in their new shiny cars
They talked on their headsets and heads set too far
They listened to rhythm going to work late
They weren't quite ready for their about fate

One colored sign told of the north
Another one showed the way to go forth
Two more signs pointed which way to face
When they met at that one point in time and space

Imagine a sight, a wonderful scene
Of four airborne cars glide and careen
Of kinetical force, the frozen pre-sound
Till they all fell, crash to the ground

The governing city, would be such a pity
To make some colored signs for your city
Spend your saved money, spend of your time
Stop blaming your faults on badly colored signs