Lyrics

Apparently, I had one more golf trip, traffic jam jingle to get out of my system....

"My Way"

Road trip, its end is near
And my hamstrings they both are hurtin’
My ride’s been mostly clear
I'll be home soon, I am quite certain
I stopped with bladder full
About 8 times along this highway
Jammed up, since Fredericksburg, I’m hating my Waze

Complaints, I've had a few
and none of them too small to mention
Pinehurst and Richmond too
I breezed right through without exception
I drove ‘long this same course,
Just days before, I cruised the whole way
I begged, please take me home, I can’t work my Waze

Well damn this app, damn it to hell
It drained my soul and my phone battery too
And through it all, curse words I’d shout
I had a fit yes I cried out
Slowed to a crawl for the long haul and did it without Waze