DMV Blues

[Verse] Cold metal chairs and linoleum floors, Got my number, but it's high as heaven's doors, Eyes on the clock, watching minutes crawl, Small town DMV, really feeling small. [Verse 2] Folks 'round me, shufflin' in their seats, Dreamin' of freedom, with our restless feet, Grumpy clerk, with her hair in tight curls, Just another day, in this small-town swirl. [Chorus] DMV blues, got me singin' low, Waitin' for a plate, and it's movin' slow, Truck's outside, need to hit the road, Oh, the DMV blues, will they ever go? [Verse 3] Bored kids squabble, folks checkin' their phones, Silent prayers, wishin' they were home, Paperwork piles, feels like a jail, Hopin' they'll call me, Lord knows I can't bail. [Bridge] Daylight's fadin', as the line grows long, A ritual of patience, where did we go wrong? Truck's my lifeline, can't wait no more, But that slip of paper's the DMV's lore. [Verse 4] Finally, my number echoes through the room, Heart skips a beat, could this end soon? Grumpy clerk's eyes, soft just for a bit, License plate in hand, feels like a hit.