Lyrics by Tamara Williamson
It's pretty and sweet and it's often sour
Moving along at every hour
In a van through town and country
Looking at the back of another big lorry
Everyone is finding a way to make this never ending experience o.k.
And I can't help but feel that this is made for living
It just like some numbers and white collars...
Cutting corners...
It's pretty and sweet and it's often sour
Moving along at every hour
In a van through town and country
Looking at the back of another big lorry
Everyone is finding a way to make this never ending experience o.k.
And I can't help but feel that this is made for living
It just like some numbers and white collars...
Cutting corners...