There Is Nothing Left To See But Cars

Looking through the window.
Looking at the trees.
Looking at a snake of cars extending to the sea.
Looking at a rabbit
gasping at the sky, and I ask
why...

I like driving,
I like driving,
when there's nothing left to see
while I'm driving.
When I'm driving
there is nothing left to see...

Driving through the country.
The country looks at me.
Smells of forest pines are coming from the rubber tree.
The cars in front are waiting.
The petrol's running dry, and I ask
why...

I like driving,
I like driving,
when there's nothing left to see
while I'm driving.
When I'm driving
there is nothing left to see...

(solo)

Looking at the people
in their metal homes,
listening to their music only talking to their phones.
Waiting for an impact
to rescue me from life, and I ask
why...

I like driving,
I like driving,
when there's nothing left to see
while I'm driving.
When I'm driving
there is nothing left to see.
(nothing left to see)
There is nothing left to see but cars.