Traffic Music Lyrics

In the rear-view there's a woman in a lawn chair
That ties the car together and is closer than she appears.

When it comes to that time you might be afraid.
You're mother is waiting with an ocean shell to her ear.

At first sight she looks like a cat from the rain
That's stayed up every night to make amends
And take precaution when she needs to,
Or has to, or can't move, or counts sheep for too long.
She's the car on your ass that will always be with you.

When it comes to that time you might be afraid.
Your mother is waiting with an ocean shell to her ear.