Traffic

Here I come, there I go
Looking out of the window
I turned back, you didn't see
So I waited for you to talk to me

We don't have time
To talk about the things we'll have done when I see you again
But maybe then we
Might get the chance to have a word between us

But rain just fell, the feeling changed
If I spoke to you I'd feel much more strange
Leaves burned, signs turned
Yet I don't want to see you act so stern

One more day I
Lived to tell you how very much I hate it
But tomorrow
You might be up for a little bit more fun

[Bridge]
Oh, I gotta know if we're gonna go
The same way we always go
Or if we're gonna take the long and winding road
We might as well walk it
Oh, but you're talking
Not about me
Not about me
And if we're very quick
We can up sticks and we can miss the traffic