Looking Up

On a block, on a street
The gates open, the gates close
Traffic comes, traffic goes
No one looks up to see it

The main road, the long road
Is a street, through the town
Cars speed up, cars slow down
They carry on just because

She's a girl, in a house,
Plugs in ears, not a sound
Firmly on, solid ground
There's no point in believing

TV's on, in the room
Door swings out, door shuts tight
There's no need, not tonight
An old man smiles at the moon