Traffic (Decade In The Sun Version)

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 goin' where?

Another office affair

To kill an unborn scare

You talk dirty to a priest

It makes me human, at least

But is she runnin' away

To start a brand new day

Or is she goin' home

Why's she drivin' alone?

Is anyone goin' anywhere?

Everyone gotta be somewhere

She got a body in the boot

Or just bags full of food?

Those's are models legs

But 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

Keepin' up with the best

Is anyone goin' anywhere?

Everyone gotta be somewhere

Waits tables for a crook

Wrote a hardback book

To teach kids how to read

Or sell your body on the street

A nurse without a job

Another uptown snob

But have I got you all wrong?

One look and you were gone

Is anyone goin' anywhere?

Is anyone goin' anywhere?

Is anyone goin' anywhere?

Everyone gotta be somewhere