Flying down a one way street
And the the Chinese food has hit the seat and I know
It’s time to go

In the driver's seat of a moving car
There’s a way for everything that ever felt so far
To be close
Yeah to be so close

Slowing down
To a stop
Speeding up
Maybe not
Slam the brake
Hit the floor
Open up the door

And tell me why
Are we marching to the beat of false alarms
When no one really knows how traffic starts
Are we planting superstitions in thе yard
When no one really knows how traffic

Start thе car
And turn it off
The keys are inside
Pop-a- lock
Oh no
We need a tow

And we go
In and out and up and down
And round and round
And round and round we go
The undertow

So tell me why
Are we marching to the beat of false alarms
When no one really knows how traffic starts
Are we planting superstitions in the yard
When no one really knows how traffic

So tell me why
Are we marching to the beat of false alarms
When no one really knows how traffic starts
Are we planting superstitions in the yard
When no one really knows how traffic starts