Tekst:
Traffic Shootout At The Fantasy Factory

(Winwood/Capaldi) Sometimes I feel so uninspired Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough

(Winwood/Capaldi) You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon

(Wood) [Instrumental]