Highway Relic

(Verse 1) In the tangle of weeds, by the highway's edge, A plastic bottle, weathered and wedged. A relic of convenience, a symbol of haste, A forgettable friend, a shocking turn; but no one's phased [Chorus] Oh, highway relic, nestled in the grass, A throwaway culture this way comes, just to pass. Left behind in our quest for more, Yet in your stillness, we find our sore. (Verse 2) Once filled with promise, now empty and tossed, Into nature's embrace, we tried, but you can't be lost. Oh, plastic bottle in the grass, Your silent plea, a whispered gasp. [Outro] [Chorus] Oh, highway relic, nestled in the grass, A throwaway culture this way comes, just to pass. Left behind in our quest for more, Yet in your stillness, we find our sore. [Bridge] Admidst the blur of tires and exhaust, You remain, a deathly silent cost. In the rush to move, to chase, to race, We've left you behind in this unquiet place. [Outro] Highway relic, Oh wiser one than me. Have you found your peace yet, some better way to be? Well when you do, won't you share it all with me? [Outro]