Ezra Furman & The Harpoons - American Highway lyrics

She is pressing foot to pedal She is zooming straight away She is swimming in the jukebox Of the screaming, driving day She's about the age of Mary When she had her wonderboy She's an alcohol enthusiast Whose dad is unemployed She is wrapped around the steering wheel She is focused on her goal She is pulling out the vomit From the bottom of my soul I can't tell if I see sunshine Or only the city's glow I catch the wind in jelly jars To listen to it blow I'm so cautious I get nauseous As my highway stretches out My little pupils dilate In the shadow of a doubt I see billboards, I see wagons And I see she's gone to sleep The gap to faith is tiny But I can't begin to leap We are sick and we are injured Terrible and torn in half We are driving, we are trading in A whimper for a laugh We are tuneless, we are toneless Our speedometer sings We are stained, we are Starbucks coffe We are jacks and queens and kings We have but one navigator And a single one to drive We are tending to pretend We're at the endings of our lives