So Many Cars Pass Below

So Many Cars Pass Below

Standing on an overpass

Looking down on the highway down below

A million miles of asphalt

White lines mark its edges

So many cars pass below

Men women and children

All far from their homes

Where are they all going?

Where did they all come from?

They travel a mile every minute

Through the same scenery

Bridges, lampposts and signs

Break the boredom

So many cars pass below

Each going everywhere and nowhere

Traveling the ribbon of asphalt

With white lines on the edges

Looking for somewhere to stop

So many cars pass below