Highways
parked by your eyes ; hating your every move ; feeling your hands, tasting your food ; can you believe that I’m not in the mood? ; you’re so crazy and weak ; and you’re a stranger to me ; and it’s true what they say about highways ; can you recall the pavements on holidays? ; trying to be a part of your home.. ; when somehow you end up feeling alone ; and your story begins with a tear on the chin ; and it’s true what they say about new ways; 