Try and try, leave a trace
And all we ever leave is a sour taste
You're half asleep when I crash through 
I'm like a drop of water on the dry sand 
I'm a scar across your face 
I'm an itch that's driving you mad 

Highway five

Takes so much to make us feel like we're alive 
A weary traveler at a smooth seventy-five 
Make pretend the landscape ain't so dry 
Do anything to maintain a lie 
To the left, a beautiful California landscape 
Dead ends in the sky 
And to the right, beautiful mountains rise 
High and dry 
Another futile expression of bitterness
Another overwhelming sensation of uselessness 

Make pretend that the landscape ain't so dry 
Do anything to maintain a lie 
Make pretend that the lover ain't so barren 
Though in Los Angeles things like that don't matter

Highway five