I am the public highway, babyI'm no place for pretence or
protocolI could take youby way of a garden cityI could run you
alongthe Libido del SolI am this street nowI am the street where
you livesee me from your windowand be a fugitiveBack of beyond
the horizonI cut and stretchthe outer space of open airif
there's somewhereyou just have to be, babeoh let me be your
thoroughfareI am this street nowI am the street where you livesee
me from your windowand be a fugitiveThere is a pale swampa
glacierwaxy crystal carand the smell of wood smokeis on the
evening breezeand your engine's humminglike a pleasure
boatin the distance of the heattearing the blossom off the
treesWe pass by Pere Lachaiseand broken fenceswe pass
hospitalsin the San Fernando Valleyand all of my tricksand turns
and inclinationsyou can't find them in your Rand McNallyLIVE
NOW - live a thousand other livesLIVE NOW - and learn the secret
names of timeLIVE NOW - all at once and foreverLIVE NOW - and
you'll be all mineI am this street nowI am the street where
you livesee me from your windowand be a fugitive