Stop and go, gone such thinking,
Yellow lights steady blinking
Ever righting our own way,
Caromed we’re about all day.
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Stop and go, gone such thinking,
Yellow lights steady blinking
Ever righting our own way,
Caromed we’re about all day.