[00:32.59]I took to the highway
[00:36.00]Went out to Pico-Crenshaw
[00:41.26]Old friends, old friends
[00:49.14]I took to the highway
[00:52.56]The highway took to me
[01:00.09]Like a second skin
[01:04.50]Rolled around in the evening
[01:09.31]Circling like a buzzard
[01:13.10]Trouble in mind
[01:17.60]Excavating the space
[01:26.88]We left behind
[01:58.77]Yes, I took trinkets with me
[02:02.55]Left them by the crater
[02:07.10]Here ghosts, old ghosts
[02:10.97]
[02:15.30]Smelled all the chlorine
[02:18.94]I took the low road
[02:26.06]Where the light is just right
[02:30.65]Crawled around in the glowing  all-embracing wreckage
[02:39.00]Sun-burned and snow-blind
[02:41.82]
[02:44.41]Excavating the space  We left behind