When you slammed through my life
Like a screen door in a hurricane wind,
All I could think was how to find you again.
But Route 80 was snowed under,
And the roads to the canyon were closed.
For our safety, I suppose.

The sound of your voice is like longing feels
When you whispered my name in the dark.
And the thick yellow Brooklyn
Night sky through the window
Burned itself into me,
Deep as my history.

Baby,
You're great on the highway.
You know how to make an escape.
(This desperation
To pack up and move on and see)
(You're cold hearted.
You're lonesome and shady.)
You leave us crying over postcards from Mexico
Baby, you're never far enough away.

Everyone always loves you
When you're on your way out the door.
Everybody needs you and begs you to stay.
Guess I learned something from you,
And the way you stared right through me.

Baby,
You're great on the highway.
Baby,
You're great on the highway.
You know how to make an escape.
(This desperation
To pack up and move on and see)
(You're cold hearted.
You're lonesome and shady.)
You leave us crying over postcards from Mexico
Baby, you're never far enough away.

You leave us crying over postcards from Mexico
Baby, you're never far enough away.