Radio through my car window Mouths make shapes Hullos that look like violence We pull out And here the traffic waltzes Slow, quick, go Move over you say:
Pre-chorus: How does anybody get to work like this Can anybody tell me does it work like this?
Chorus: I remember when the world was a little girl Every corner turned leading back to her Flowing like a stream on a rolling stone Certain there was nothing changing
Heel to toe, We throw our forward roll and hope Something somewhere is catching Spill onto a boulevard I lose my grip of you Move with me I say
Pre-chorus: How does anybody get to work like this Can anybody tell me does it work like this?
Chorus: I remember when the world was a little girl Every corner turned leading back to her Flowing like a stream round a rolling stone Dream that I was never changing Changing
And in every face I should chance to meet I’m looking for the one that could still ṗlace me Any corner turned back for her Dream that we were never changing