im heaving through the night with the rain on the windshield and the stop signs just remind me of how everything has to just end and the green lights were what used to tell me to go ahead with everything i wanted to say everything i wanted to do everytime that i aimed to kiss you. but all i have right now is just the red light the stop sign and the yielding line to make me slow down, and realize, what you are. this red light, haunts me, by the white line where everything falls to a halt and nothing to do, but to look around, and wonder why is everything so quiet? So quiet, when you know, the whispering makes you cover your ears Why, couldnt it have ended better with a little sweet note down in the parking lot where, everything had to start and everything had to end. there is alittle happiness in this little thought you'll know that every red light has to turn green, someday so you can go ahead and follow the path you wanted to lead to the end.