Three Cars Songtext
von Sandtimer

Three beautiful cars parked side by side
In his drive,
Number plates with his name and
He′s running on empty all the same
He is working so hard that when he's home
He cannot really hear what his children say
He can′t see his own wife's face


Did he sell his soul so he could buy it back
Somewhere down the track
How could he delude himself
That it works like that?
Did he see a hole, some empty space
And fill it up with cash?
Woe on him I guess,
Woe on them,
Oh yes, oh yes

My sweet Corolla: when it failed
And they towed it away
I took a few last photos and watched it fade
It carried me places and kept me alive
And I sighed, as he raced down that
Dappled summer evening deathtrap drive,

Naught more to life than what we own
But never have I seen such a cliché till I saw
How the more he had the more he seemed alone,
Alone