Traffic

A classic sense of escapism, inspired by Wild Wood by Paul Weller

We’re flying by

Life is faster then it used to be

But never free

Chained like slaves till we die

It's high time we were going home

Breaking out of this gridlock zone

Cities that never sleep

Dying of exhaustion

Proceed with caution 

We should be living  

Escaping the traffic

That carries you like a tide

And everything dark inside

Washing away with the sunset

 

We’re blowing by

Crossing the mid-town

Wishing I was with the birds

Booming across the sky

 

Day's come and go

Another regret to ponder on

We deserve something better

Riches in the form of escape

Cause the fog and the mist of city smoke

Can only wrap around me and begin to choke

Escaping the traffic

That carries you like a tide

And everything dark inside

Washing away with the sunset

We're locked in doubt

Blackened lungs yearning for air

There's something purer above

Waiting in the clouds

Escaping the traffic

That carries you like a tide

And everything dark inside

Washing away with the sunset

The End

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