Traffic – Damhnait Doyle – letras

waiting in traffic, like the restI cursed the melting chocolate on my dressthinking, I could be halfway to Montrealinsted im counting crows and trying not to stall, don’t stallWaiting in traffic like the restno way to knowthat half a mile down the roadyou lay silent, cold as stoneyou were just going for the weekend to see your girlyou said you’d stop traffic in your new carboy did you ever, no i bet ya didn’t think you’d stop it foreveryou were going to tell her that you loved hertake her down to the river and kneel before herask her to be your loverand say she would make a wonderful motheryou were just going for the weekend to see your girlyou said you’d stop traffic in your new carboy did you ever, no i bet ya didn’t think you’d stop it foreverand im sorry i turned on the radioand studied the lines on my facemakes me uneasy when the mirror talks backkind words and good times, sharp times and badyou said you were to old to die youngbet ya wish you didn;t prove yourself wrong with that oneyou said you’d stop traffic in your new carboy did you ever, no i bet ya didn’t think you’d stop it forever