Cars are cars
All over the world
Cars are cars
All over the world
Similarly made
Similarly sold
In a motorcade
Abandoned when they’re old Cars are cars
Engine in the front
Jack in the back
Wheels take the brunt
Pinion and a rack
But people are strangers
They change with the curve
From time zone to time zone
As we can observe
They shut down their borders — And think they’re immune
They stand on their differences
And shoot at the moon
Drive 'em on the left
Drive 'em on the right
Susceptible to theft
In the middle of the night
I once had a car
That was more like a home
I lived in it, loved In It Polished Its chrome
If some of my homes
Had been more
Like my car
I probably wouldn’t have
Travelled this far