I don't want to wake you when you're sleeping so quiet
A motorcycle going by outside
Are we the same, caught at the lights
Why are we going nowhere with our live?
In the bowling alleys, in the easy living
Something good got lost along the way
We could be high
I want to make you understand
Look at the morning people going to work and fading away
Look at the morning people going to work and fading away
Why don't we stop the traffic?
Why don't we stop the traffic?
Look at the morning people going to work each day
We could be high
In the bowling alleys, in the mormning papers
Something good got lost along the way
