Late night, trapped in the headlights. So bright, glare hurts my eyes. Headlines: I missed all my deadlines. Road shines under wet skies. Long way behind me, a long way ahead. But far as I can see is a long long line of red. Brake lights followed by break lights. Red lights that all say "No". Actions trigger reactions then retractions but still no go. Turn up the radio, I'm nodding along to old school disco. Figure now we got it wrong. From Funky Town the That's The Way I Like It (a-ha, a-ha). Hot Stuff; Good Times, Born To Be Alive. Picking Up My Boots. Can You Feel It? Super Freak. Staying Alive. Now let me drive! Thoughts go to the old school disco. The light show timed to the beat. Long nights caught in the strobe lights. Hindsight's so bitter-sweet. Long way behind me, a long way ahead. As far as I can see road in front's now clear of red. Turn up the radio. I proudly sing along to old school disco. Figure now we got it wrong.
