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