Out on retirement road
Where the traffic never goes slow
It’s the hustle and bustle the same as it’s been
For countless years in a row
No wonder we Seniors plan out our days
Ignoring the purple haze of it all
Small in our putt putt cars
Just so, to get where we wanna go
And grab what we need in a window of time
Carved out quite perfectly
Well before the rush hour flows
Heaven, forbid we forget this or that
A Doctor appointment, to visit a friend or
Secure every item on the list with no end
We cautiously keep our wants well defined
Out on retirement road
Where the traffic never goes slow
Out on retirement road