Оригинален текст
Lyrics by Tamara Williamson
It's pretty and sweet and it's often sour
Moving along at every hour
In a van through town and country
Looking at the back of another big lorry
Everyone is finding a way to make this never ending experience o.k.
And I can't help but feel that this is made for living
It just like some numbers and white collars...
Cutting corners...