Hello, thruway traffic jam
I've crossed paths with you again
Over miles slowly creeping
Maybe some jackass up there is sleeping
But the orange vests and blinking lights explain
Why the strain
As they lay down the pilons

For countless hours I drive alone
It might be faster to crawl home
Under the glare of a street lamp
A Friday night in my car encamped
When my eyes were fixed upon the flashing batch of lights
That said "veer right
Avoid the pounds of pilons"

And in a new street sign I saw
"Construction here 'til '24"
Drivers talking with much cussing
People employed without working
The union provides that one man works while fourteen stare
No one dares
Disturb the mounds of pilons

When I'll be home I do not know
The backup like a cancer grows
Hear the jackhammer that it might taunt you
Watch the sun set that it might haunt you
But the weekend's moments like misty raindrops fell
Echoed the hell of pilons

And the people vowed and prayed
That they'd been stuck for days
The construction came without warning
Fifty-two lines into one forming
And the lines stayed until the works of the county had been fulfilled
As it was willed
By the pounds of pilons