Highways

Parked by your eyes
Hating your every move
Feeling your hands
Tasting your food
Can you believe that i'm not in the mood?
You're so crazy and weak
And you're a stranger to me
And it's true what they say about highways

Can you recall the pavements on holidays?
Trying to be a part of your home
When somehow you end up feeling alone
And your story begins
With a tear on the chin
And it's true what they say
About new ways