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 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