No highways, no travelers
No airports for lovers parting
Life's just starting
There's no one traveling
No people crammed in and jammed in
Not yet
No sidewalks to spit on
No contracts to be tied to
Walls to hide you
The violence inside you
And the nightclubs and backrubs
Not yet
But soon this land
will be used and grey
For those who loved
could not stay away
And the rain could not wash
the smog and grime
To ruin this land is a crime
Now cities so ugly
Now factories whistles hootin'
People shootin' some are lootin'
We said this couldn't happen
Not yet
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