Try and try, leave a trace And all we ever leave is a sour taste You're half asleep when I crash through I'm like a drop of water on the dry sand I'm a scar across your face I'm an itch that's driving you mad
Highway five
Takes so much to make us feel like we're alive A weary traveler at a smooth seventy-five Make pretend the landscape ain't so dry Do anything to maintain a lie To the left, a beautiful California landscape Dead ends in the sky And to the right, beautiful mountains rise High and dry Another futile expression of bitterness Another overwhelming sensation of uselessness
Make pretend that the landscape ain't so dry Do anything to maintain a lie Make pretend that the lover ain't so barren Though in Los Angeles things like that don't matter
