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The saddest eyes she wore |
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so longing and forlorn |
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that made me love you |
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more and more |
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the bluest heart she owns |
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as she gets more and more alone |
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as the deepest cello drones |
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the oldest yard-cat sings |
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her mournful bellowing |
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from branches in the trees |
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the stillest star shines red |
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with them bring havoc and death |
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upon the land they'll sweep |
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the painful midnight cries |
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when one leaves a world behind |
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leaves a world be, leaves a world behind |
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and here in Half Moon Bay |
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hear the hum of the highway |
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hum of the high, hum of the highway |
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Highway 1 |
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Grey clouds, muted suns |
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down by the footbridge stream |
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I am walking in a dream |
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wailing in my dreams |
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Cuz winter-time was through |
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I could not be there for you |
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I couldn't care for you |
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and hear the traffic come |
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down the old Highway 1 |
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down the Devil's sleighted run |
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and nothing clears these stains |
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not the January rains |
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rising in the stream |
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down by the bay-leaf tree |
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our lonely bird eyes meet |
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lonely bird eyes, lonely bird eyes meet |
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under the blue moonbeams |
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I am wandering in my dream |
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walking in my, wandering in a dream |
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Highway 1 |
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Grey clouds, muted suns |
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Highway 1 |
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Grey clouds, muted suns |
