Blood On The Highway

I don't know why you suck on your thumb and cry
All the fuzzy caterpillars turn into butterflies
You wanna go where the flowers are nameless and rainbows unfold
I watched the monkey make his habit
A halo through a needle of gold

Left foot, right foot
March to the drums and die
Hoist your favorite flag into the breeze on the Sunday sky

I made it back from the magical station where everything flows
A white lie turned to blood on the highway where the purple winds blow
All my life, all I wanted was a best friend
Then I looked into the sun

A white lie took me far away again
Far away from my little one
Little one, little one, little one...