Whenever I come back,
the air on railroad is making the same sounds.
And the shop fronts on Holly
are dirty words, asterisks in for the vowels,
and we peered through the windows:
New bottoms on barstools, the people remain the same,
with prices inflating, inflating

As if saved from the gallows,
there's a bellow of buzzers and people stop working
and they're all so excited, excited

Passing through uncounscious states,
when I awoke I was on the highway, highway, highway, highway
With your hands on my shoulders ,
a meaningless movement: A movie script ending,
and the patrons are leaving, leaving

Passing through uncounscious states, when I awoke I was on the highway, highway highway highway highway highway highway highway
and now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs, yes, yes.
and I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep.
Just shuffling the sheets, to toss and turn, you can't begin to get it back.

Passing through uncouscious states, when I awoke I was on
the onset of a later stage: the headlights are beacons on the highway
highway highway highway highway highway highway highway.