Traffic Is Magic – Gordon Downie

As you believe it all
Oh I believe less
Depending on just how
You see traffic is magic

This all but seals it
Let’s all fall into bed
Where it finally feels
There is nothing
Nothing to be said

I am writing about words
To sound like my thoughts
Words about words that
That nature nor I want

Such rough magic now
We read the dreams of birds
Such rough magic now
We read the dreams of birds

Even seers are struggling
To have their voices heard
Even seekers are struggling
To have their voices heard

This all but seals it
Let’s fall back into bed
This all but seals it
Let’s fall into bed

Where it finally feels
There is nothing to say
Nothing to be said
Let’s all fall into bed