People in traffic, Its not a keen sight, And were in the middle, Traveling light, If the traffic train jams, You must look around Its a weird old movie, And we make the sound Cars on the highway, Nailed to the road, People gettin nervous, Like on a sinkin boat Alone in their wagons, Alone on their trips, Acting like sleepers, Cows get more kicks Once they start movin, Dont think they relive, Their anger is rising, Theyre ready to twist, For less than an inch, Or less than a hair, Their looks could lynch you, So full of despair People in traffic, Its not a keen sight, And were in the middle, Traveling light, Fighting our laugh-kicks, Four in one car, Bass, snare and harp And I play my guitar