Driving into the Sun

Turning a corner on my short commute Face North to West in the friendly pursuit Of the welcome relief of ones work being done I find myself driving into the sun Reaching above for a square on a hinge Swinging it down, try to block the orange Ball of sweaty wet light in my eyes it will run As I find myself driving into the sun Well all right It has to get better At least I can squint as I tumble along I will not be deterred no we've only begun As I find myself driving into the sun Sinking too quickly it ducks down below I lift in my seat urging my neck to grow While between mirror and pleather my vision near none Is the light green or red? All I see is the sun Well all right It has to get better At least I can squint as I tumble along I will not be deterred no we've only begun As I find myself driving into the sun Shimmering pieces of reflective glass Fall from the mirror of the truck I can't pass In our haste to advance and our will turning numb We trample ourselves raging against the sun Well all right It has to get better At least I can squint as I tumble along I will not be deterred no we've only begun As I find myself driving into the sun Well all right It has to get better At least I can squint as I tumble along I will not be deterred no we've only begun As I find myself driving into the sun