Traffic - Stereophonics

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 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?

Thos are model’s legs

But ar they women’s are they men’s?

She shouts down the phone

She missed a payment on the loan

She gotta be above the rest

Keeping up with the best

Is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone gotta be somewhere

Waits tables for a crook?

Who 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 going anywhere?

Is anyone going anywhere?

Is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone gotta be somewhere