Текст: Animal Collective. Fall Be Kind. On A Highway.

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On a highway
I took a mental picture
Of a place that I knew
Now it's living in me

On a highway
Thinking of the one who
I left alone and hoping
I don't know how I'm coping

On a highway
I'll let the bad things taunt me
But do they want to haunt me?
I don't know how they find me

On a highway
I'll watch the singing driver
Only speak with femurs
He mouths the words he should say

On a highway
The pretty lady passenger
Her toes against the window
Are tapping to the tunes there

On a highway
I know they aren't moving
They move by conversation
I pretend to know what they say

On a highway
Can't say how long it's been today
I work against the window
That's catching cold saliva

On a highway
And when they call me lucky
For all the places I stay
It's hard for me to not say

I can't wait
To find home

On a highway
Hypnotized by sunstroke
Passing by some deer bones
flowers for the dead grow

On a highway
There are some workers pissing
It starts my bladder itching
Can I wait for the exit?

On a highway
The median's green forever
I'll let some hash relax me
Get lost in human pleasure

On a highway
I'm sick from too much reading
Jealous of Noah's dreaming
Can't help my brain from thinking

I can't wait
To find home