Rush Hour What’s your hurry, man? Everything is stop and go. Just follow your place in the line; you won’t get left behind. It’s just forces beyond our control. In the rush hour, in your rusty old Ford, in the rush hour, the whole world seems bored. It’s crazy, sure, but who can beat it these days? Everybody’s got their dream, buying a cabin, getting away But come the end of the week your mind is screaming, there’s hell to pay. And just once you think you’d like to really get away from your rusty old Ford, from the rush hour, when the world seems bored. It’s crazy, sure, but it’s heaven, don’t you know that, too?