You may find it strange that beauty is fleeting
And we’re missing the scenery, fully engrossed,
However, we’re losing just minutes while speeding,
While standing in terminals, - hours are lost.

Sending the car into gallop, we rave, -
We are flying around the bend!...
And our wheels will lead some of us into the grave,
While for others, they’re - means to an end.

These people are wild, unruly and frantic:
All covered with dust, but always intent!...
However, we’re spending just pennies while standing,
While racing each other, - dollars are spent.

Sending the car into gallop, we rave, -
We are flying around the bend!...
And our wheels will lead some of us into the grave,
While for others, they’re - means to an end.