World News - Local Natives

The lane next over is always faster

And you wait so long until you’re so bothered

But right after you complete your merge

The lane you started in gets going

And while you wait for your luck to change

All you can think of is where you started

You don’t like anything on local radio

So you fumble around 'til you land on NPR

And listen to world news

Well, a bomb went off in the parking lot

Of a newly opened sunni marketplace

And a cloud covers your car at just the right time

For you to see the dark on your face in the mirror

Your phone goes off with a picture of your mother

It’s five to six, and she can’t find your brother

And while normally you’d yell and scream,

Instructing her to go and find him on her own

But calmly you’re exiting,

And telling her that you are headed on your way home

She does not know what to say,

Just glad you’re on your way home

You turn off your phone in a different tone

As you think,

The bad feeling so bad makes the good so good