Boson Traffic Blues

Boson Traffic Blues - Despite some major strides in the last year, Boson traffic still ranks the 4th worst in the U.S. and 12th in the world, according to a new Global Traffic Scorecard . “Overall, congestion resulted in drivers losing an average of 43 hours to traffic jams in 2024, equal to about one work week, costing $771 in lost time and productivity,” the report said of the U.S. “Nationwide, this sums to more than four billion hours, crowded streets and late to work listening to audio books and radio jerks...

Verse 1]
Cruisin' down the street, it’s a quarter to eight,
Boston's got me trapped, and I’m runnin' late.
Traffic lights a’flashin', cars piled in a row,
Forty-three hours lost, just lettin' time go slow.
Every honk a reminder, of the time that I waste,
Wonderin' if this city will ever change its pace.

[Chorus]
Oh, Boston blues, in a traffic jam haze,
We’re stuck in a rhythm of the same ol' crazy maze,
Twelve in the world, fourth in the U.S.
Crowded streets and late to work, oh, this city’s a mess.

[Verse 2]
Listenin' to audiobooks, just to keep my head clear,
But the radio jerks keep talking, nothing worth a deer.
Spent a workweek in my car, lost in this grind,
Got me chasin' my dreams, but I’m feelin' left behind.
I see the skyline shine but can’t enjoy the view,
When every single corner pulls me further from you.

[Chorus]
Oh, Boston blues, in a traffic jam haze,
We’re stuck in a rhythm of the same ol' crazy maze,
Twelve in the world, fourth in the U.S.
Crowded streets and late to work, oh, this city’s a mess.

[Bridge]
Maybe one day we’ll break free from this chain,
Find a way to navigate through the joy and the pain.
As the engine roars, and the tires squeal,
I can’t help but wonder if this wound will heal.

[Verse 3]
But I’ll keep on pushin', won’t let it steal my spark,
Even when the traffic feels colder than the dark.
With every bump and jolt, I’ll keep my head high,
Findin' peace in the chaos, I’m reachin’ for the sky.

[Chorus]
Oh, Boston blues, in a traffic jam haze,
We’re stuck in a rhythm of the same ol' crazy maze,
Twelve in the world, fourth in the U.S.
Crowded streets and late to work, oh, this city’s a mess.

[Outro]
So here’s to the drivers, lost in their dreams,
Through the city that rushes, bursting at the seams.
We’ll laugh through the struggle, dance in the rain,
Boston blues won't pull me down, I’ll rise up again.