The latter

Light them up like traffic cones
So the sideline drivers
Know to sweep low and carry high
Inconsistent ramblings of a mind scrambling on the I-5
Left drenched in the wavering heat
Burning the speeding tickets and DUI's
Like it's last nights news;
Kindling for the fire we left burning
When we abandoned the homestead
For the quick convenience of parking lots and traffic jams
Long shadows casting cool desert nights
Late into the early hours of the day
Bundled up in the backseat
Listening to smooth jazz
sippin' on caffeine
Watching the grey turn bright from the side street
Glow growing intensity
Till the 3a.m. dead hour sketchy prowlers
Play hide and seek
Where their pray are found and never seen again
The mailman'll be delivering front stoops bad news...
We fall asleep,
We'll burn that to...