All around us colors shift and move,

Yet we drive on roads of grey.

We watch fields, and forests, and buildings go by,

Yet we drive on fields of grey.

The world’s but a mural for our eyes,

Yet we drive on roads of grey.

The sky light blue, the fields dark green,

Yet we drive on roads of grey.

We wake each morning, get out of bed,

To drive on roads of grey.

We eat our breakfast, and then go out,

To drive on roads of grey.

We leave our homes, and carpet floors,

To drive on roads of grey.

We say goodbye to families, and our friends,

To drive on roads of grey.

We follow the cars that went before,

When we drive on roads of grey.

Stay in your lane, don’t cross the line,

When we drive on roads of grey.

Don’t travel too fast, don’t travel too slow,

When we drive on roads of grey.

Keep your eyes forward, don’t linger back,

When we drive on roads of grey.

I don’t know you, or what you’ll do,

But I’m done with roads of grey.