People killed by motorcars don’t count
Three times fifty thousand just last year
Covid’s killed 1/6 of that they hint
Whose ghosts will gather round the kitchen fire
Here’s a man who drove when almost blind
He crashed into the chidren leaving school
Here’s a lawless lady who can’t find
The brake, the map, the light, the book of rules
We can’t fly to to to Chile,Singapore
We’ll have to drive to Devon in our cars
We may have an accident at home
Or get so drunk we fall and see the stars
It seems we have forgotten we’re like flowers
A moment’s beauty , then the heavy showers
