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 them human at least But as you're running away, to start a brand new day? Or she going home, why's she driving alone? Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere She got a body in the boot, or just bags full of food? Those are models legs, bBut are they women's are they men's? She shouts down the phone, missed a payment on the loan She gotta be above the rest keeping up with the best Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere Wait tables for a crook? Wrote a hard back book? You teach kids how to read? Sell your body on the street? A nurse without a job? Another uptown snob But have I got you 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 --- Traffic - Stereophonics