The Woodshedders - Highway Lyrics

i stepped to the door and the floor rushed up in its place
and i saw myself shatter in the mirror of your face
and there was gold but to behold it meant leaving it lay
highway

i sang you my song while you painted the champs elysees
and your romance blew like a rose wind in my brain
and i marked out your curves like a lovesick luthier
highway

this songs to everyone who has gone away
and to everyone else who had to remain
if raindrops don't fall they must evaporate
highway

i sang you my song while you painted it all grey
and the thorn wood grew up into my brain
maybe forever but never someday
highway