"Traffic"

Press your lips to mine
Or hold a finger to them
You can build a bridge or block the way
When all is moving forward
And all we are is stuck
There's something in the way

Why don't you say it
Make it real
And let it live
In the distance if just for a while
And recollect the miles
I won't let it
Let it steal
The hours from my day as I wait
In the traffic we create

Dashed and solid lines
Mark the pavement we pass
Are they guiding or dividing the way
For so many reasons
I want to cross them all
And try to find our own way

Why don't you say it
Make it real
And let it live
In the distance if just for a while
And recollect the miles
I won't let it
Let it steal
The hours from my day as I wait
In the traffic we create

The traffic's fine
If you are by my side
The traffic's fine
When you are by my side