In A Way

The driver controls the radio While the passenger sleeps against the window And the policeman with the thinning hair Watches people running red lights, but he doesn’t care Because he’s in a way as the hours pass Drawing shapes in the steam on the cold cold glass of his windshield All I know Strangled by the radio All I know All I know Strangled by the radio All I know And do you feel the world gloss over you? Like the way you treat the magazines in the waiting rooms Cause it’s a brute sport that we’re playing “Everybody wins” is just a saying to keep the losers feeling lucky In fact, I feel defeated Like everything I’ve done is meaningless All I know Strangled by the radio All I know All I know Strangled by the radio All I know