Bumper stickers on a Suburu   Save the whales and no more news   Next to a pickup with a rebel flag   Couple rifles and a gun rack      Behind a soccer mom in a Ucon   And a bus load of deadheads   The long stretch of highway they're on   Is their only common thread      There they go making the world go round   Got their hands on the wheel and the windows rolled down   Just trying to keep in between the lines, to each his own   Yeah, it'd be a shame if we walked   And we talked and we thought the same   That's just not what he had in mind, know it takes all kinds      The sky turns orange another day is gone   And that taillight river rolls on and on and on   Poetry in motion, no this ain't no rat race   Just a work in progress toward a bigger better place      There they go making the world go round   Got their hands on the wheel and the windows rolled down   Their trying to keep in between the lines, to each his own   Yeah, it'd be a shame if we walked   And we talked and we thought the same   That's just not what he had in mind      Everybody's got their own road to fill   Everybody's just a spoke in the wheel      To each his own, yeah, it'd be a shame   If we walked and we talked and we thought the same   That's just not what he had in mind, it takes all kinds