on a highway

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