Life is a highway

And I’m the pavement

Say it in British or American,

It won’t have the same sense

Life is a treacherous beauty

And I‘m the paper plane gliding over the cliff

A few raindrops and upwinds

Decide if I‘ll live

Life is a lover

She‘ll treat you right, she‘ll treat you wrong

She‘ll betray you and the next minute

She‘ll slow dance with you to a love song

Life is a bar

You fill the cup with words

Punchlines and stupid questions

And still she‘ll pour ‘em onto your wounds where the alcohol burns

Life is a caterpillar

She‘ll get into a self-made womb

She‘ll play with you, flutter by as a butterfly

As soon as you step out the cocoon

Life is a highway

And I‘m the pavement

Say it however you want

As long as it makes sense.