Traffic Is Magic
Gord Downie
As you believe it all
Oh I believe less
Depending on just how
You see traffic is magic
This all but seals it
Let's all fall into bed
Where it finally feels
There is nothing to be said
I am writing 'bout words
To sound like my thoughts
Words about words that
That nature nor I want
Such rough magic now
We read the dreams of birds
Such rough magic now
We read the dreams of birds
Even seers are struggling
To have their voices heard
Even seekers are struggling
To have their voices heard
This all but seals it
Let's fall back into bed
This all but seals it
Let's fall into bed
Where it finally feels
There is nothing to say
Nothing to be said
Let's all fall into bed