How many toll booths must we pass Before we realize their past?
How many roads have we traveled on That have been marked by toll booth signs?
How many cars have paid the fee To cross a bridge or use the sea?
How many workers, day by day, Collect the tolls we have to pay?
How many times has the toll road changed To accommodate the times and range?
How many hands have touched the coins That have passed through toll booth windows?
How many times has the traffic stalled As we waited to pay the toll?
How many drivers have cursed and fumed At the time it took to pass through?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind
How many towns have been saved By toll revenues that came their way?
How many highways were built and planned
Through the money raised by toll booth hands?
How many times have we complained About the toll booths that we’ve maintained?
How many times have we been grateful For the tolls that kept our roads stable?
How many more toll booths will we see As we journey across this land?
How many more coins will we throw Into toll booth baskets down below?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind.
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