Take a look down your highway

Tell me what d'you see

Well if you're down my way

It could well be me

Stood on your corner

I'm nearly down on one knee

Can you hear me calling for you

So damn easy to see

And it can't be forever

And it won't be for long

So don't you think that it's better

We speak the same tongue

Out here in this weather

We must surely belong

Birds of a feather

Whatever the song:

Please give me a lift man

It can't be for far

The way that you shift man

In your empty car,

I've got the highway blues

In my holy (holey, wholly) shoes

And I cannot choose

What I look like



And I got here from yesterday

On porridge and bait

Swallowing sorrow

Following fate

Poaching tomorrow

From God and the state

Of homo his shadow

The well known long haired straight

But I've got a good reason

For being this way

I'm happy for certain

And hoping to stay

Travelling trust

Across the new day

Gathering dust

Down your highway

Please give me a lift man...

It can't be for far

The way that you shift man

In your empty car

I've got the highway blues

In my holy shoes

And I cannot choose

What I look like

Out on the streets

Or where my drum beats

In between the clean sheets

Of my love life



And I need little Margaret

Out here again

Screwing some traffic

From the shaven insane

With thumbs like a dragnet

She pulls like a train

And she looks like a magnet;

And she comes like a warm rain

Please give me a lift man, etc