I see the gold on the road and I don't know what to do I see the lines, the divides, and I got nothing to lose You got a reason for your drive, you've never been obtuse Highway's a hollow road but that's what you choose Highway Your inkblot forms as you park on your cardboard That's why you never stop you never want to be read until they're bored Maybe you are in love and you want some reward No one knows what they want until they find out they're hollow to the core Highway