Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother
: Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother
brown Nature sings its song takes its course Now I know I'll be traveling on Winter's coming the air is getting cold Birds are flying down the highway
down life's highway yeah it's a hell, a hell of a time To emerge from the shadows yeah it's a hell, a hell of a time To come knocking at my door And
cousin Boy have a good time. Sometime I know it's right, sometimes I know it's wrong Sometimes I do it big, sometimes I'm all alone. [Chorus] [Verse 2] Up and down
medication The way back to the right track, maybe you can help me find the door Is it too much to ask, too much too fast, too much to ignore? It feels like your body's
Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin You know what's on
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air, Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light,
let go Hold me close oh tiny dancer (hold me closer, just hold me closer) Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen (Lay me down, just lay me down
for granted now she's tired of the change. She gives you clues you're clueless tell me why do you do this? You're so bored she's out the door it can
to leave, yeah That's right, yes, that's right, yes that's right Ooh, yes, you know it's right, you know it's right, You know it's right, you know it's
Waiting for the summer rain There's danger on the edge of town Ride the king's highway, baby Weird seems inside the gold mine Ride the highway west,
fell onto the floor of the Mona Lisa Dreaming of the free world Lipstick on the nightstand And demons at the door When your chips are down When your
s bumper on Bumper on, bumper horns honking Nobody's looking but everybody's talking It's another day on this highway I swear sometimes I can't tell Which way's up, which way's down
, man it all looks the same Miles and miles of back roads and highways connecting little towns with funny names Who'd wanna live down there, in the
