Bob said the times were a-changing
Now they're sitting in my blindspot waiting
Beeping their horns, coming on fast
I changed lanes, or otherwise, crash

Tell me, mister, what do you know?
You tell me that things are moving to slow
'Cause all I see is the stoplight red
Nothing moving dead up a head

Everything explodes and there's no survivors
I'm in the car and there ain't no driver
My lips moving in anticipation
There's always something in my blindspot waiting

Tell me, mister, what do you know?
You tell me that things are moving to slow
'Cause all I see is the stoplight red
Nothing moving dead up a head

Everything explodes and there's no survivors
I'm in the car but there ain't no driver
My lips moving in anticipation
There's always something in my blindspot waiting

There's always something in my
Always something in my
Always something in my blindspot waiting
Always something in my
Always something in my
Always something in my blindspot waiting
Always something in my
Always something in my
Always something in my blindspot waiting
In my blindspot waiting
In my blindspot waiting
In my blindspot waiting