| When I was a hitchhiker on the road |
| I had to count on you |
| But you needed me to ease the load |
| And for conversation too |
| Or did you just drive on through. |
| You didn’t see me in Toronto |
| When I first tried out some hash |
| Smoked some then and I’ll do it again |
| If I only had some cash |
| Only had some cash. |
| Then I tried amphetamines |
| And my head was in a glass |
| Taped underneath the speedometer wires |
| Of my '48 Buick’s dash. |
| But I knew that wouldn’t last. |
| Then came California |
| Where I first saw open water |
| In the land of opportunity |
| I knew I was getting hotter |
| I knew I was getting hotter. |
| But the neon lights |
| And the endless nights |
| The neon lights |
| And the endless nights |
| The neon lights |
| And the endless nights |
| The neon lights |
| And the endless nights |
| They took me by surprise |
| The doctor gave me valium |
| But I still couldn’t close my eyes |
| I still couldn’t close my eyes. |
| Then came paranoia |
| And it ran away with me I couldn’t sign my autograph |
| Or appear on TV |
| Or see or be seen |
| See or be seen |
| Or see or be seen. |
| Living in the country |
| Sounded good to me Smoking grass while the summer lasts |
| In the real organic sea |
| Where everything was green |
| Everything was green. |
| Then we had a kid and we split apart |
| I was living on the road |
| A little cocaine went a long long way |
| To ease that different load |
| But my head did explode |
| My head did explode. |
| I wish I was an Aztec |
| Or a runner in Peru |
| I would build such beautiful buildings |
| To house the chosen few |
| Like an Inca from Peru. |
| When I was a hitchhiker on the road |
| I had to count on you |
| But you needed me to ease the load |
| And for conversation too |
| Or did you just drive on Did you just drive on Did you just drive on through. |
| Or did you just drive on Did you just drive on Did you just drive on through. |