Rush Hour, by Fabrice Poussin

I remember
how can I forget
I had just learned to walk
just opened my eyes
just learned to like.

I was happy
running around your days
it was simple it was sweet
I had it all!

So soon it seems I woke up
it was rush hour
all around
twelve lanes of mad racing things
I was all alone.

Over with the days when I was
running around your life
you left me there
at rush hour.