I can see the light is red It reflects in your eyes They scare me every time I can't seem to rest my head And my neck won't comply So I glare down at the line Green, go Your foot on the gas again My insides are lead They press in the seating Yellow Make good on the pass again We try to retread There's less in repeating We start, we stop The brakes are hot We're freezing We're freezing My hands are on the heater Bracing me in prayer I don't fear the reaper but I hate being unprepared I'd stop and I'd walk Just as slow as I want But it's colder still out there So I fake and I feign And it keeps me awake If I check the brakes for wear Green, go Your foot on the gas again My insides are lead They press on the seating Yellow Made good on the past again We tried to retread The lesson's repeating We start, we stop The brakes are hot We're freezing We're freezing