From here to there I’m rushing
Without the time to see or touch
The things I see along the way,
The feelings that greet me through this day
And it’s an incredible place I drive through.
Nothing is there for me.

All I focus on is where I’m going
And I forget where I’ve been.
If I were to take the time
And visit the places along the way,

I’d find that my destination
would still be there in the end,
And so would all my friends.

But what’s the rushing for?
Why do I chase this time?
It just doesn’t seem to make any sense.

This making haste
and saving time seems
just a waste of everything.