Speed kills, brother
And so I take my time
I take my time
Like molasses being poured
From the jug
I take my time
Like an old, frozen engine
Trying to start by the will of its owner
I take my time
Like the old man with terminal pain
Savoring the seldom and too brief,
pain-free hours
Speed kills, sister
And so I take my time
I take my time and watch
Idiots in cars speeding through
Morning traffic, obviously
Unaware that in the end
It won’t make much difference.
I take my time
To notice the trees on the corner as the weeks pass,
Maple and oak,
Change their autumn colors slowly
From green to yellow or red.
Speed kills, baby
And I take my time
I take my time
So that I might live another day
To think and to observe and to wonder
About stuff that may or
may not even matter
Speed kills, man
And so I take my time.