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