Oh Central reservation blues Falling traffic on my way home to you Today of old days I'm sorry that I missed your birthday I left on time, now I'm running late The hard shoulders backed up, there's no way to get to you I'd crawl on my hands and knees if I could And suddenly turns without me I'm left with shattered bones, I disappointed you I'm boarding a plane The signal's sheer And I'm tapping and I'm typing But I can't get through to say that I love you In case the plane smashes into the sea Or a mountain range or a motorway And I couldn't And you didn't hear from me And I'm texting as we're taxiing And she catches me and says Put your seatbelt on and slow your table mate Please put your phone away I'm the worst part of it all I disappointed you Up in the air With the shattered moons I'm always trying to get back to you Trying to send you George Harrison's selfie game But it don't quite hit the same Disappointed you Central reservation blues Forming traffic on my way home to you It's a day before days I'm sorry that I'll miss your birthday Central reservation blues Forming traffic on my way home to you It's a day of old days I'm sorry that I'll miss your birthday I left on time Now I'm running late The hard showing factor Is no way to get to you Central reservation blues Forming traffic on my way home to you It's a day of old days I'm sorry that I'll miss your birthday My love, my love, my love, my love Central reservation blues