RE: tire tracks all across that lawn...
Crosstown Traffic
by Jimi Hendrix.
...You jump in front of my car when you,
you know all the time that
Ninety miles an hour, girl,
is the speed I drive.
Crosstown traffic...
You’re just like crosstown traffic, so hard to get through to you.
Crosstown traffic, I don’t need to run over you
Crosstown traffic, all you do is slow me down.
And I’m trying to get on the other side of town.
I’m not the only soul who’s accused of hit and run.
Tire tracks all across your back, uh-huh, I can see you had your fun.
But darling, can’t you see my signals turn from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead.
One of my favorite Jimi songs.