I bought the album at their concert and this is what the liner notes say...
And everybody knows, knows, knows
the highway climbs so high, high, high
past the skeleton crows
pecking out the cities eyes
Yeah if you drive, drive, drive
and never look down
you'll pass the spines, spines, spines
connecting the clouds
And if you drive, drive, drive
through the rainbow fence
you'll pass the crystallized
thundercloud gardens
Me and the skeleton rose, rose, rose
lay on our backs one night
watching those luminous roads
tying knots in the night
humming this old song...
Highways of gold
Where do they go?
The suns dripping roads
Like flailing tentacles
And everybody knows, knows, knows
that Bobby's gonna die, die, die
The way that skeleton rose
is always gettin' him high
Oh when he cries
roads eject from his eyes
And we drive, drive, drive
over his last rights
Yeah we fly, fly, fly
past a map of his heart
flashing like, like, like
a neon junkyard
And everybody knows
the highway climbs so high
past the skeleton crows
on those towers of time
Highways of gold
Where do they go?
The suns dripping roads
Like flailing tentacles
I bought the album at their concert and this is what the liner notes say...
And everybody knows, knows, knows the highway climbs so high, high, high past the skeleton crows pecking out the cities eyes
Yeah if you drive, drive, drive and never look down you'll pass the spines, spines, spines connecting the clouds And if you drive, drive, drive through the rainbow fence you'll pass the crystallized thundercloud gardens
Me and the skeleton rose, rose, rose lay on our backs one night watching those luminous roads tying knots in the night humming this old song...
Highways of gold Where do they go? The suns dripping roads Like flailing tentacles
And everybody knows, knows, knows that Bobby's gonna die, die, die The way that skeleton rose is always gettin' him high
Oh when he cries roads eject from his eyes And we drive, drive, drive over his last rights Yeah we fly, fly, fly past a map of his heart flashing like, like, like a neon junkyard
And everybody knows the highway climbs so high past the skeleton crows on those towers of time
Highways of gold Where do they go? The suns dripping roads Like flailing tentacles