Mike Kowalski - Commute Lyrics

Filling up 2 days a week
Running both my wallet and the planet dry
So I sigh growing apathetic to the scenery
Of bricks and tree tops
A painted treadmill for a backdrop
That slows as we're bottlenecked
Orange barrels squeeze us past a wreck
So I pay a dollar-twenty every morning
To feed an addiction that helps me function
And on the way home
Riding on a storm
The valley is split from downtown to the north
And day by day I feel more compromised
The hours compounding spent between white lines
Month by month I feel it in my eyes
Occasional twitch begs the question why
Why I do this to myself
Voluntarily locked inside this mobile cell
Searching for any reason to break out
Break out
And on the way home
Riding on the storm
The valley is split from downtown to the north
Day by day I feel more compromised
The hours compounding spent between white lines
Month by month I feel it in my eyes
Tunnel vision begs the question why
Why I do this to myself