Plastic Flowers on the Highway

He was ready for the big trip, he was moving to the city He had packed his prize possessions and gave away the rest He was almost doing ninety, the sky was blue, sun was shining All the shit, he left behind for the big world waiting there He was almost out of Leighton, when that phone truck didn't see him Hit the brake and slided sideways, he never had a chance Plastic flowers on the highway. Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away Had to pass it on my way to where I'z going For the next few minutes, I drove a little slower Them M.A.D.D. mothers couldn't help him He was sober, it was Sunday He was full of good home cooking when he crashed the savior's door Plastic flowers on the highway. A greasy spot on the asphalt for a while Every morning, new babies being born, who'll do the best they can to hang around a little while My community service had me working for the county Cutting grass on the off-ramps and medians and such Every quarter mile or so, stands a brand new reminder Another traffic death in town. Something new to cut around Crashed out on the highway. Plastic cross and a plastic bouquet Paramedics in the by-stander's gaze Plastic flowers on the highway. Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away Had to pass it on my way to where I'z going For the next few minutes I drove a little slower