five fifty-one
Singer:cockburn, bruce
too much traffic in my mind
too much traffic in my mind
gray light creeping through the blind
dawn was breaking in the air
dawn was breaking in the air
you don't take these things for granted when you think of what's in need of repair
out on the sidewalk there was diesel on the breeze
out on the sidewalk there was diesel on the breeze
they're always getting away with something when they think there's no one there to see
middle of the night cops came knocking on my door
middle of the night cops come knocking at my door
i still don't know what my neighbor called them for
too much traffic in my mind
too much traffic in my mind
gray light creeping through the blind