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Freeway plunges toward the bay
All my plans have gone astray
Rolling hills begin to spin
Every curve is wearing thin
Tumbling through a baked sky
Wondering why I even try
Sand blows in, it slows my ride
Tumbling on without a guide
Highway glides along the ridge
Guardrails lean before the edge
Can't tell up from down, I feel
I spin around behind the wheel
Highway glides along the ridge
Guardrails lean before the edge
Every signpost seems to lie
Not one answer in the sky
Tumbling through a baked sky
Wondering why I even try
Sand blows in, it slows my ride
Tumbling on without a guide
Highway glides along the ridge
Guardrails lean before the edge
Can't tell up from down, I feel
I spin around behind the wheel
Highway glides along the ridge
Guardrails lean before the edge
Every signpost seems to lie
Not one answer in the sky