Lyrics

In every liquor store And every station They're selling tickets for the Transfiguration If they could see you now And at the golden hour And driving up and down The road We took the long way back Cut through your hometown Brought up some memories that You've had to hold down We tried to find your house But it's a highway now And driving up and down The road If they could see you now And with your hair grown out And driving up and down And on and on And on and on