Оригинален текст
I took to the highway
went out to pico-crenshaw
old friends, old friends
I took to the highway
the highway took to me
like a second skin
Rolled around in the evening
circling like a buzzard
trouble in mind
Excavating the space
we left behind
Yes, i took trinkets with me
left them by the crater
here ghosts, old ghosts
Smelled all the chlorine
i took the low road
where the light is just right
Crawled around in the glowing
all-embracing wreckage
sun-burned and snow-blind
Excavating the space
we left behind