Stereophonics

We all face the same way, still it takes all day,
I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best,
She paints her lip, greasy and thick,
Another mirror stare, and she's going where?

Another office affair to kill an unborn scare,
You talk dirty to a priest, it makes him human at least,
But is she running away to start a brand new day?
Or is she going home, why's she driving alone?

Is anyone going anywhere?
Everyone gotta be somewhere.

She got a body in the boot, or just bags full of food?
Those are models legs, but are they women's, are they men's?
She shouts down the phone, missed the payment on the loan,
She got to be above the rest, keeping up with the best.

Is anyone going anywhere?
Everyone gotta be somewhere.

Waits tables for a crook who wrote a hardback book,
D'you teach kids how to read, or sell your body on the street?
A nurse without a job, another uptown snob,
But have I got you all wrong? One look and you were gone.

Is anyone going anywhere?
Is anyone going anywhere?
Is anyone going anywhere?
Everyone gotta be somewhere.