Where does this ocean go

All day the city's selling something Always, the busy people spinning 'round Busier Dizzier 'Til they go back home to somewhere And taxies stop to say "hello" "Want a ride? I'll take...

All day the city's selling something Always, the busy people spinning 'round Busier, Dizzier 'Til they go back home to somewhere And taxies stop to say "hello" "Want a ride? I'll take...