Lyrics:
Fountains Of Wayne Traffic And Weather

sweet disorder never served me as well As a tape recorder and a worn-out Dell Time to reorder, man I feel like hell I wonder what's on TV And now it

has got a different name Michael and Heather may never get home again Michael and Heather at the lost and found Looking for luggage that's soft and brown

I've got everything I need Here on the Planet of Weed There's not much going on But it's just my speed There's no hatred and no greed Here on the

Seatbacks and traytables up Stow your newspapers and cups We're about to touch down Midwestern town through the haze Customs a massive expanse And

somebody on the other line Puts Coldplay on, pours a glass of wine Curls up with a book about organized crime When it's late, and it's hot And a

we belong together Like traffic and weather Like traffic and weather Oooh we belong together Like traffic and weather Like traffic and weather Like traffic and weather Like traffic and weather