Lyrics Traffic - Chad VanGaalen

Traffic

You get stuck in traffic with your car and fall asleep
You dream about the future and that motherfucking lie
Underwater dreaming in the deep and darkest depths
And the solar-power cells keep the music pumping city-wide
And you wake up
To the sound of a horn
As your head falls
Against the wheel
And now you’re on your way to pick up groceries for your kids
Carrots, frosted food in super giant sizes
And everything gets wrapped in plastic, wax and styrofoam
And it’s perfectly in order for your super-sterile homes
And you wake up
To the sound of a horn
That reminds you
That you’re not dead