Your lost and alone, and got no wheres to go. Can't escape your past, can't run this torment. Scared to sleep, to alone to drift. Only warmth is the highway This is the highway song, where there is no right or wrong. Leaving on a curve with many paths. A paradox of choices. Eighty Eight days to swing on by, passing this time. Eighty Eight heartbreaks to cry. This Tribute to a society upon wreck and chaos. You and me will all go down in history with this highway and this fire.