Just shuffling the sheets, to toss and turn
New bottoms on barstools
When I awoke I was on the high-way
High-way, high-way, high-way
The people remain the same
Are dirty words Asterisks in for the vowels
And people stop working
And the patrons are leaving, leaving
A meaningless movement
As if saved from the gallows
With prices inflating, inflating
Passing through unconscious states
And now we all know the words were true
A movie script ending
High-way, high-way, high-way, high-way
The headlights are beacons on the high-way
Passing through unconscious states
And the shop fronts on Holly
Passing through unconscious states
When I awoke I was on
When I awoke I was on the high-way
You can't begin to get it back
High-way, high-way, high-way
And I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep
High-way, high-way, high-way
And they're all so excited, excited
In the sappiest songs, yes, yes
Is making the same sounds
With your hands on my shoulders
There's a bellow of buzzers
The onset of a later stage
And we peered through the windows