Cynthia Weston dressed in
Phone booth receiver resting upon her front tooth
As she mines her pockets for change
She's looking about for the narrator
The dial tone is broken by the operator
Who hums the curious thing about leather

Sunday morning traffic came
And it pushed you down to another place
Where all the conversations bear your name
Sunday morning traffic came
And it pushed you down to another place
Where all the situations taste the same

Cynthia Weston gets so depressed
When she can't place the names for the pop IQ test
As the billboard's thinking differently
The circus is calling, they're looking for a darling
Ol' Miss Weston, you'd be perfect for the role
The curious thing about leather

Sunday morning traffic came
And it pushed you down to another place
Where all the conversations bear your name
Sunday morning traffic came
And it pushed you down to another place
Where all the situations taste the same

Perhaps you lapse into a day dream
Where it may seem too complex and day life esque
So you wonder, worry, you might find it hard to distinguish
That in which the dream that you just had from the daytime genre

The cops come busting in looking for Miss Weston
The circus is calling, looking for a darling

Sunday morning traffic came
And it pushed you down to another place
Where all the conversations bear your name
Sunday morning traffic came
And it pushed you down to another place
Where all the situations taste the same