Man in a costume leans over your face
All dressed in black
Picks up your hand by the side of the road telling you you gotta wipe it
In a far away place they’re losing their heads and now they wanna send you back
Your shinny red shoes have disappeared and black and white photos are playing in your head
Black and white photos are playing in your head
You’re on your way now
You always thought things would be alright
All alone, no where to go
You’re on your way to the California blanket
Im walking down this highway 1
In my cardboard shoes
My finger nails they bleed
I got torn up sleeves
So much hope for your first born son
And now he’s walking down this highway 1
Cant look myself in the mirror cause i don’t want to remember
You’re on your way now
You always thought things would be alright
All alone, no where to go
You’re on your way to the California blanket

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