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 high-way - high-way high-way high-way 
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 high-way 
high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way 
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 high-way
high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way.