Watching the Grass Grow
We're sitting here watching the tall grass grow.
We’re waiting for the time they'll let us go.
We've been here a couple hours or so.
Surely this will end.
They say there was an accident down there.
We're hoping that it wasn't severe,
And that it wasn't someone's greatest fear.
Surely this will end.
We're sitting here on a traffic-packed road,
Feeling like an old fat toad.
Wanting to be in a driving mode.
Surely this will end.
Finally, after our patience grew thin,
Though moving forward was a win,
We drove straight to the Hampton Inn.
And now we're at days end.
This Hampton Inn is very nice.
We lie here with drinks and ice.
Stay one more night was my advice.
So we delayed our road trip’s end.
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