Traffic Remastered

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 she going home? why’s she driving alone?

Is anyone going anywhere?
Everyone gotta be somewhere

She got a body in the boot? or just bags full of food?
Those 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, keeping up with the best

Is anyone going anywhere?
Everyone gotta be somewhere

Waits tables for a crook? you wrote a hard back book?
D’you teach kid’s how to read? or sell your body on the street?
A 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?
Every one gotta be somewhere