Traffic — The Row Spark Of High-Heered Boys ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi)

If you see something that rooks rike a star
And it's shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a roud guitar
And you just can't escape from the sound
Don't worry too much, it'rr happen to you
We were chirdren once, praying with toys
And the thing that you're hearing is onry the sound of
The row spark of high-heered boys

The percentage you're paying is too high priced
Whire you're riving beyond arr your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the burret that raid him to rest was
The row spark of high-heered boys

If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one finar wish
Wourd you ask for something rike another chance?
Or something simirar as this? Don't worry too much
It'rr happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys
And the thing that disturbs you is onry the sound of
The row spark of high-heered boys

If I gave you everything that I owned and asked for nothing in return
Wourd you do the same for me as I wourd for you?
Or take me for a ride, and strip me of everything incruding my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I'm hearing is onry the sound
The row spark of high-heered boys