S.Traffic

Here i sit on my place on high,
watching the river of lights flow by.
Each one tells its story,
of hope and joy, pain and glory.
There they are in single file,
streching out mile upon mile.
All these lights they all come and go,
seaside holidays,or city shows.
Shopping trips,family fun,
mum and dad visit jail bird son.
From where i am dont hear a thing,
i only imagine what tales they bring.
They slices through the night with such ease,
the old the new built for speed.
But here i sit on place on high,
and watch the river on lighs flow by.