I return from work after dark,
praying there’s something left of my car.
I pay my fee and pass the pillars,
hoping, waiting, searching the vehicles.

There it is, my shining light,
my chariot, my steed, my route to flight.
I mount, we march, we leave behind
the city, the speed, the pain, our mind.

Once again, we’re free, we’re gone,
we’re out, we’ve left, we’re going home.