Charles Bukowski - The lucky ones lyrics

Stuck in the rain on the freeway, 6: 15 pm
These are the lucky ones, these are the
Dutifully employed
Most with their radios on as loud
As possible as they try not
To think or remember

This is our new civilization: as men
Once lived in trees and caves now they live
In their automobiles and on freeways as

The local news is heard again and again while
We shift from first gear to
Second and back to first
There's a poor fellow stalled in
The fast lane ahead, Hood
Up, he's standing against the freeway fence
A newspaper over his head in the rain

The other cars force their
Way around his car, Pull out into
The next lane in front of cars
Determined to shut them off

In the lane to my right a
Driver is being followed by a
Police car with blinking red and
Blue lights - he surely
Can't be speeding as

Suddenly the rain comes down in a
Giant wash and all the cars stop and

Even with the windows up I
Can smell somebody's clutch burning

I just hope it's not mine as

The wall of water diminishes and
We go back into first gear we are all still
A long way from home as I memorize
The silhouette of the car in front of
Me and the shape of the

Driver's head or what
I can see of it above the headrest while
His bumper sticker asks me
Have you hugged your kid today?
Suddenly I have an urge to scream
As another wall of water comes down and the
Man on the radio announces that there
Will be a 70 percent
Chance of showers tomorrow night