People in traffic,It’s not a keen sight,
And we’re in the middle,
Traveling light,
If the traffic train jams,
You must look around
it’s a weird old movie,
and we make the sound

Cars on the highway,
Nailed to the road,
People gettin’ nervous,
Like on a sinkin’ boat
Alone in their wagons,
Alone on their trips,
Acting like sleepers,
Cows get more kicks

Once they start movin’,
Don’t think they relive,
Their anger is rising,
They’re ready to twist,
For less than an inch,
Or less than a hair,
Their looks could lynch you,
So full of despair

People in traffic,
It’s not a keen sight,
And we’re in the middle,
Traveling’ light,
Fighting our laugh-kicks,
Four in one car,
Bass, snare and harp
and I play my guitar