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)
We peered through the windows new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating

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

Passing through unconscious states
When i awoke i was on the highway

With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement a moviescript ending,
And the patrons are leaving, leaving

Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs (yes, yes)
I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep, they're just shuffling the sheets, they 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 highway