I see the gold on the road and I don't know what to do
I see the lines, the divides, and I got nothing to lose
You got a reason for your drive, you've never been obtuse
Highway's a hollow road but that's what you choose
Highway
Your inkblot forms as you park on your cardboard
That's why you never stop you never want to be read until they're bored
Maybe you are in love and you want some reward
No one knows what they want until they find out they're hollow to the core
Highway