I’m going to call this the first stanza of Jackson Browne’s poem, “Your Bright Baby Blues.” I love the commentary. In five lines he nails our primary struggle–a struggle to feel relevant; the never-ending struggle of the ego to feel fulfilled. It’s so much better to hear Jackson say it.

For the complete lyrics…

I’m sitting down by the highway
Down by that highway side
Everybody’s going somewhere
Riding just as fast as they can ride
I guess they’ve got a lot to do
Before they can rest assured
Their lives are justified
Pray to God for me baby
He can let me slide…