Blue Highway - Graham Parker

The kid's left home

The kid's got a kid of her own

Don't knock that door

Don't knock it nobody's home

The mystery sign

Turn off and follow it blind

The interstate is jammed

And crammed with exhaust mist

It only leads to somewhere

You'll never miss

You'll never miss

Get on the blue highways

Follow the blue highways

You know that they're there

You know that they're there

Where the real America lies

The rusty chrome

The shutters swing open and closed

Don't knock that door

Don't knock it nobody's home

The blood runs cold

The blood runs cold

There must be gold

Where fools are

That's what we are

That's what we are

Get on the blue highways

Follow the blue highways

You know that they're there

You know that they're there

Where the real America lies

Blue highways blue highways

Blue highways