No one on this road(but me)

The only symphony sound heard is the passing wind
Through the loneliest place for tires to spin,
Accompanied only by the crowded stretches of wooded trees
That quickly pass by like a hot summer breeze,
From the black top to roads paved with rutted dirt
Here you can feel like the last person on earth,
Driving is Magic losing sight is tragic
Anything can happen then your lost in traffic,
But is being lonely the only thing to fear
Walking for miles through deserted years,
No radio music broadcasts out here
Just a tune in your head to hum unclear,
Vacant highways that lead on forever
Wishing for parkinglots of people now more than ever,
All the highways and streets I come to long
Driving no ones road, it continues on and on.