Bumper Car
George Smith / David Brown
I watch the people on the merry-go-round
They rise up and they ease down
They go round and round and then
They do the same trip over again
It’s a smooth ride but they never get far
That’s how it looks from the bumper car
I watch the people on the Ferris wheel
Like stones in the tread of God’s automobile
They hit the heights but they know
The next stop is the dirty road
Crushed every time that they meet the tar
That’s how it looks from the bumper car
I watch the people on the Big Dipper ride
I see the fear in the whites of their eyes
They travel fast and they take all the risks
They hold their lives in their white-knuckle fists
They tease the ground then reach for the stars
That’s how it looks from the bumper car
Bumper to bumper, pillar to post
I feel compelled to repel
Everyone, anyone who comes close
I watch the people in the Centrifuge
Stuck to the wall and they cannot move
Their heads are spinning and they can’t find the door
Then somebody takes away the floor
And they’re as trapped as a bug in a jar
That’s how it looks from the bumper car
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