Lyrics

Some souls travel underneath the night Slinking around in the dark where habits invite Some souls travel underneath a star The gallery of heaven is fixed, that's the law Some souls travel just to patrol Weaving in and out of the traffic of souls The traffic of souls, yea yea yo Some souls travel where the light is hot Throw a beach towel over a blackhole and say, "Family Plot" Some souls wander into lightning's flash Their hearts were designed for racing, then to turn to ash Some souls' traveling takes its toll Forgetting how they were first swept up by the traffic of souls The traffic of souls, yea yea yo Some souls travel where the coin is tossed Heads: you're homebound, tails: you're lost Some souls travel only north to south Their compass points directly into hell's mouth For those souls, traveling itself is the goal Until they're sold and spit back into the traffic of souls The traffic of souls, yea yea yo