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Have you ever watched the cars on a busy highway go by, imagining who's inside?
Maybe there's a celebrity in one of the cars. Someone everyone knows, but nobody realizes is there.
Or someone gorgeous, their beauty shielded only by the tainted windows?
Someone with shining talent, a passion to fuel?
Are these people happy ? Do their lives fall in perfect rhythm ?
Are they singing to their steering wheels ?
And there must be other people in other cars, who's lives react in direct contrast.
Who caress broken hearts, alone.
Weeping, to only their dashboard and rearview mirror.
Will they be okay? Is this a phase, or a curse?
Are they destined to drive down this freeway forever, in misery?
And, where are they going ?
Will they ever meet each one another, fall in step with their footprints ?
Will, one day, they drive together in the same car, holding hands?
With someone to sing to, someone to cry to, and someone to understand?
Because we all need to be understood.
Maybe there's a celebrity in one of the cars. Someone everyone knows, but nobody realizes is there.
Or someone gorgeous, their beauty shielded only by the tainted windows?
Someone with shining talent, a passion to fuel?
Are these people happy ? Do their lives fall in perfect rhythm ?
Are they singing to their steering wheels ?
And there must be other people in other cars, who's lives react in direct contrast.
Who caress broken hearts, alone.
Weeping, to only their dashboard and rearview mirror.
Will they be okay? Is this a phase, or a curse?
Are they destined to drive down this freeway forever, in misery?
And, where are they going ?
Will they ever meet each one another, fall in step with their footprints ?
Will, one day, they drive together in the same car, holding hands?
With someone to sing to, someone to cry to, and someone to understand?
Because we all need to be understood.