“Three Lights” by Alec Delphenich (2003)

Tonight I come home
Never noticed the sunset before now
The streetlights, they come on
Just can’t wait for the darkness to fall down on them

And you are just like
The streetlights that can’t settle down
During the daytime 
You’re by your window waiting for the night

The gradient from pink to blue
Can take my mind away from you, but only for a second
And then I’ll want to know what’s going on inside your head
You’re an open book that can’t be read

Am I the silhouette 
Of a bird in flight you wish you’d kept
Or maybe the three lights
You drive below when you follow white lines

Am I getting through to you
I really don’t think so
What is going on inside your head
Won’t you read to me from what can’t be said

The three lights red, yellow, and green
Tell you when to stop, go, and leave you somewhere in-between
You drive by the lights and never give to looks
To the rearview mirror to see what you just left behind

You couldn’t tell me what they said
I don’t think you’ve ever had to look back
You should slow down because there’s too much to miss
When you do can you tell me do you feel this