Whenever I come back
The air on Railroad is making the same sounds.
And the shop fronts on Holly
Are dirty words (asterisks in for the vowels)
And we peered through the windows
New bottoms on barstools, the people remain the same
With prices inflating, inflating

As if saved from the gallows
there's a bellow of buzzers and people stop working
and they're all so excited, excited

Passing through unconscious states
When I awoke I was on the high-way, high-way, high-way, high-way

With your hands on my shoulders
A meaningless movement, a movie script ending
And the patrons are leaving, leaving

Passing through unconscious states
When I awoke I was on the high-way, high-way, high-way, high-way

And now we all know the words were true In the sappiest songs, yes, yes. And I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep Just shuffling the sheets, to toss and turn You can't begin to get it back

Passing through unconscious states
When I awoke I was on the onset of a later stage
The headlights are beacons on
The high-way, high-way, high-way, high-way, high-way, high-way, high-way, high-way

i love you in the morning