Most don’t know,

I walk on an asphalt road,

but I’d like to belong in a sunflower meadow.

 

My asphalt road is paved for me,

my cold, cold asphalt road,

and numbs my toes to my feet.

 

Most don’t know,

this asphalt road is out of place,

I’d like a path with a view and a window.

 

My asphalt road is paved for me,

and stretches over the earth’s curve,

as far as my eyes can see.

 

This asphalt road,

is not wanted by me,

but it will be known as-

my asphalt road;

for eternity.