Public Highway - LUXURIA

I am the public highway, baby

I’m no place for pretence or protocol

I could take you

by way of a garden city

I could run you along

the Libido del Sol

I am this street now

I am the street where you live

see me from your window

and be a fugitive

Back of beyond the horizon

I cut and stretch

the outer space of open air

if there’s somewhere

you just have to be, babe

oh let me be your thoroughfare

I am this street now

I am the street where you live

see me from your window

and be a fugitiveThere is a pale swamp

a glacier

waxy crystal car

and the smell of wood smoke

is on the evening breeze

and your engine’s humming

like a pleasure boat

in the distance of the heat

tearing the blossom off the trees

We pass by Pere Lachaise

and broken fences

we pass hospitals

in the San Fernando Valley

and all of my tricks

and turns and inclinations

you can’t find them in your Rand McNally

LIVE NOW — live a thousand other lives

LIVE NOW — and learn the secret names of time

LIVE NOW — all at once and forever

LIVE NOW — and you’ll be all mine

I am this street now

I am the street where you live

see me from your window

and be a fugitive