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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 |
