A fellow came up to me and said "what's my name"?
When I failed to answer he frowned
He said he'd been around since the beginning of time last week or so
And he had the lawful right to boss me around
I don't believe the words he said to me
I don't believe the funds he offered me
The sugarcoated facts the wide-screen TV
A real Utopian life in industry
Running a motorway
We're running a motorway
Through deserts of everyday
Embrace it or stay away
Mmmmm…
A man once tried to protest the things you cannot protest
He got run over by a truckload of twisted reasoning
A woman tied herself to a fence trying to chance our way of thinkin'
Backed her bags and send her away
I try to bury my beliefs and smile
I try to not to look down just up to the skies
And every feet is suddenly a mile
A real Utopian life brings tears to my eyes
Running a motorway
We're running a motorway
Through deserts of everyday
Embrace it or stay away
Mmmmm…