lived by car

motorcars are everywhere
they're in your face and in your hair
they're in the way you do not walk
they're in your eyes, they're in your talk

there seems to be too many cars
they number something like the stars
they trample down the growing ground
how can we stand them all around

how can we burn all of that gas
why does a trip take so much mass
why do we need two tons of steel
to get a drive-thru every meal

some day we'll surely brush them off
and we will look back and we'll scoff
at people who lived such a lie
they lived by car and why oh why