Songtexte: Elliott Smith. Blue Highway.

Wide awake at 4 in the morning
Killing time on the blue highway
Drag in the day like a body
Burried the night under where I'd layed
On all the sides, the frost bites, a shadow creeping up on me

Oh yeah, it's like the club in my hand
It's my favourite brand
And you've touched everyone
Oh yeah, it's like the back of your hand on the tip of my tongue
And it's starting to get fun

Kids say I didn't see it coming
Busy just plucking your burrs
I take long walkes cos they're numbing

Only wanna speak in code
On all sides, the frost bites, a shadow creeping up on me

Oh yeah it's like the club in my hand
It's your favourite brand
And you've touched everyone
Oh yeah it's like the back of your hand on the tip of my tongue
And it's starting to get fun

Cut me up like a jigsaw, whole reflection cracked apart
Like the lines on my hand or the map of a broken heart