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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 them human at least But is she running away, to start a brand new day Or she going home, why's she driving alone? Is anyone goin' anywhere? Everyone gotta be somewhere She got a body in the boot or just bags full of food Those are model's legs but are they women's, are they men's She shouts down the phone, missed a payment on the loan She gotta be above the rest, keepin' up with the best Is anyone goin' anywhere? Everyone gotta be somewhere Waits tables for a crook, you wrote a hard back book You teach kids how to read or sell your body on the street A nurse without a job, another up town snob But have I got you all wrong, one look and you were gone Is anyone goin' anywhere? Is anyone goin' anywhere? Is anyone goin' anywhere? Everyone gotta be somewhere