The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall justle one against another in the broad ways: they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings. Nahum:2:4
A description of the stress of big city living and the toll it takes on the spirit, soul and body of modern man.
Runnin' down the road breakin' up from the overload
Tryin' to find a way to make it through to another day
But I got freight trains and big jet planes
Yes and they're tearin' through my achin' brain
And I got steam ships and rocket trips
You know they're tryin' so hard to make me flip
You've got the means to blow it
You know it's true yeah
You've got machines that show it
Don't be surprised with what you just might do
Runnin' down the road breakin' up from the overload
Tryin' to find a way to make it through to another day
But I got street cars and whiskey bars
Yes and I don't think I'm gonna get too far
Well I got bridge tolls and electric poles
But there just ain't a thing for my neglected soul
You've got the means to blow it
You know it's true yeah
You've got machines that show it
Don't be surprised with what you just might do
Watch what you do