The people mover

take me out, drag my face across pavement and make it feel wrinkled and old cause thats how i feel today spent out like change you toss out at tollbooths it adds up when you drive a lot and you hate...

stood on top of the world New York city high above the streets below where no one was around from up here it seems that time has gone and stopped and I cannot believe the world's still spinning round...

it always seems that when I need something there's something to sing about life throws curves and for that I'm happy no doubt Christmas is gone and summer is over there's no longer time for a break...