Richard Jones - Traffic lyrics

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 k** an unborn scare? You talk dirty to a priest? It makes them human at least But is she running away To start a brand new day? Or is 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 model's 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 Keeping up with the best Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere Waits tables for a crook? Wrote a hardback book? You 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 going anywhere? Is anyone going anywhere? Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere