I’m driving down the interstate,
The freeway, highway, expressway.
I see folks who don’t want to wait,
Folks who sin, folks who pray.
I see lines of cement, concrete
Cutting green and yellow squares
Through fields of grass and corn and wheat,
Driving right through anywhere.
I pass by Costco, Sam’s Club, Joe’s,
Past rectangular white houses
Avoiding eye contact from those
Who wear jeans and shoes and blouses.
Then I take exit one-o-eight there
Past the fence the cows broke through
And I say goodbye to anywhere
And say hello again to you.