David Rovics - Sixty Thousand More lyrics

I was driving down the highway Where I spend half my life When I saw another scene That always cuts me like a knife Some flowers, wreaths and crosses Laid out for the deceased And a note from his pretty girlfriend Saying, Johnny, rest in peace He won't be playing football now Nobody will keep score And next year there will be sixty thousand more He had just looked down for a moment To find something he had lost Never guessing that that moment Would have such a cost The road ahead was curving And the sun was on the rise Right above the tree line It caught him in the eyes Right here in America You want to know what lies in store Next year there will be sixty thousand more His dad was washing dishes In the kitchen all alone When he heard the ringing And he picked up the phone It was a policeman He said I have some awful news I'll see you at the funeral I'll be with you in the pews He hung up the telephone And crumpled to the floor And next year there will be sixty thousand more It's the world that we live in All covered up with tar Spending half our lives Behind the wheel of a car So roll your dice, America And gamble on your fate You can start the engine But you can't pick the date It's not a plague, it's not a famine And they say it's not a war But next year there will be sixty thousand more