Honking geese on every street
Angry, squabbling, insensitive
Out of nowhere comes the sound
intended to make you turn around
intended to make you get out of the way
intended to make you move faster,
get over, get going, just get.
Honking geese on every street
Angry, squabbling, insensitive
It's not our fault that
you're running late
It's not our fault
you need to turn
It's not our fault
the lights turning red
Your sense of importance
is all in your head.
Honking geese on every street
Angry, squabbling, insensitive
Where are we supposed to go
through the pedestrian
like an agile equestrian?
Over the car in front,
or maybe through it's trunk?
Honking geese on every street
Angry, squabbling, insensitive
You're running late
which isn't great
but your circumstance
is not my fate
Turn off your anger
tone down your hate
for on our nerves
You truly grate.
Honking geese on every street
Angry, squabbling, insensitive
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