Versuri Traffic

  
We all face the same way, Still it takes all day 
I take a look to my left, Pick out the worst and the best 
She paints her lip, greasy and thick 
Another mirror stare 
And she's going where? 
 
Another office affair, to kill an unborn scare 
You talk dirty to a priest, it makes you human at least 
Is she running away, to start a brand new day? 
Or she's going home, why's she driving alone? 
 
Is anyone going anywhere? 
Everyone's got to be, somewhere 
 
She's got a body in the boot? Or just bags of food? 
Those are models legs, but are they women's, are they men's? 
She shouts down the phone, she missed a payment on the loan 
She's go to be above the rest, keeping up with the best 
 
Is anyone going anywhere? 
Everyone's got to be, somewhere 
 
Waits tables for a crook? You wrote a hardback book 
You teach kids how to read, sell your body on the street 
And nurse without a job, another up town snob 
But have I got you all wrong, one look and you were gone 
 
Is anyone going anywhere? 
Is anyone going anywhere? 
Is anyone going anywhere? 
Everyone's got to be, somewhere