Radio through my car window Mouths make shapes Hullos that look like violence We pull out And here the traffic waltzes Slow, quick, go Move over you say How does anybody get to work like this Can anybody tell me does it work like this? I remember when the world was a little girl Every corner turned leading back to her Flowing like a stream on a rolling stone Certain there was nothing changing Heel to toe, We throw our forward roll and hope Something somewhere is catching Spill onto a boulevard I lose my grip of you Move with me I say How does anybody get to work like this Can anybody tell me does it work like this? I remember when the world was a little girl Every corner turned leading back to her Flowing like a stream round a rolling stone Dream that I was never changing Changing And in every face I should chance to meet I’m looking for the one that could still place me Any corner turned back for her Dream that we were never changing