What should I say about traffic.
It's big, it's busy, it's loud.
What should you do when you're in it?
Jam to some tunes, or stare at the clouds?
Maybe I'll wave to a stranger.
Maybe their life is in danger.
Maybe their kids are such little brats,
And all they do is sit there and pout.
Maybe by seeing someone's face smile
Their own can be brought up, and out.
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