Lyrics:
to be
Now freeways crawl though the suburban sprawl
As far as the eye can see
And the city lives only in my dreams
Twilight shades the valley of my
I'm gonna rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
Gonna pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls
Man, it's been a long day
Stuck thinking 'bout it driving on the freeway
Wondering if I really tried everything I could
Not knowing if I should
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
And the wind bites my cheek through the wing
And it's these late nights and this freeway flying
It always makes me sing
There's a Duster tryin' to change my
to fly up out it catch you at a club
You get me fiendin
Now, if you wanna roll with me
Then here's your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway
Catch me if you
know the route by heart
Hurdling alongside the freeway
I know the route by heart
If even some of the things I lived through here
Were as bright as I
Old toy trains
Little toy tracks
Little toy drums
Coming from a sack
Carried by a man
Dressed
In white and red
Little one
Don't you think
Just now I was thinkin' bout another perfect day,
Wishin' it would come again your way
Down below a sparkled city scatters by the bay
Tells you
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
know you'll come back some day, line by line.
Little Miss Red's asleep on the railroad;
There she goes.
Little Miss Red's asleep on the railroad.
My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will rise as the cities fly by
And the tail lights dissolve in the coming of night
feelin' young
Them habaneros make me cry
Till two hot tamales walk on by
Sportin' that Red Voodoo style
Talkin' 'bout Red Voodoo style
They got some
I'm driving a vehicle
Bigger than my father's Oldsmobile
At least 30 miles each way
Passing by surveyors and cranes
I wonder out loud:
When will
this young Vic Tanny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous mother
By sucking
a greeting from a friend
Red is the color of farewell
Old Red he died
And every single landlord in the district cried
An empty bottle of whiskey laying by his
news
And watchin' out for me
On the freeway that runs too
Close to our home
We wonder if it's worth it
Raisin' three kids and two dogs
But glad we didn't
the hands of time
Back to my wasted youth
I'd lay the days all out in a line
And waste my time with you
The freeway's like a parkin' lot
And I'm
hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making
Born in Louisiana in a town called Franklin
I was fully matured by the time I reached the age of ten
A mulatto girl is what they called me
And us
swallowed alive by the freeway
Turned into an ant on parade
He bravely drove off that beast
Aimed his car back to the east
Why be a snack at home?
I'm
Wheels turn - smoke rise
Chrome wings - low ride
Freeway - red line
To city lights electric I glide
If there´s escape from your illusion
You
[Intro]
[Free] Yes!
[Kayne] Yeah Kayne!
[Free] Philadelphia Freeway, uh
why'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Freeway]
Before I
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
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