Talk to the Roads
I've never been keen enough To realize how lonely the nights can be The roads are silent Were it not for the screeching of tires They would have been dead silent! We use 'em and our only appreciation Is to let 'em stay the night in the cold Shouldn't we fold 'em and with 'em go to our homes? I've never been keen enough To realize that the roads don't even care of the loneliness B'coz their purpose is to be just present And wait to be run over By anything that can move But if they don't care, why do they get angry at us? Why do they roll our vehicles and take innocent lives? We will soon ask God to give us wings And they will be no longer of interest to us Someone please talk to the roads !