Highway at four am, speeding 70, 80, 90, 110...blurrrrrushsigns melt into me and the landscape, singer of the eternal love song america the beautiful america the grand america the cop coming round the corner and but now it's too late me and the pig and the highway cementasphaltblurneonburningcrimsoninmyhead and we're all one now a glowing beautiful it and then i wake up and it's time to go to sleep