I'm on a highway

I take a mental picture

Of the place that I live

Now it's living in me



On a highway

Thinking of the one who

I left alone and hoping

I don't know how I'm coping



On a highway

I let the bad things taunt me

Why do they want to haunt me?

I don't know how they find me



On a highway

I'll watch the singing driver

Only speak with fingers

He mouths the words he should say



On a highway

Two pretty lady passengers

Their toes against the window

Are tapping to the tunes they



Are on a highway

And though they aren't moving

They move by conversation

I pretend to know what they say



On a highway

Can't say how long it's been today

I wake against the window

That's caked in cold saliva



On a highway

And when they call me lucky

For all the places I stay

It's hard for me to not say



I can't wait

To find home



On a highway

Hypnotized by sunstroke

As passing by some deer bones

Flowers for the dead grow



On a highway

There are some workers pissing

It starts my bladder itching

Can I wait for the exit?



On a highway

The median's green forever

I'll let some hash relax me

Get lost in human pleasure



On a highway

I'm sick from too much reading

Jealous of Noah's dreaming

Can't help my brain from thinking



I can't wait

To find home