Highway

Friday left me kind of vacant;
The highway's an easy escape
So I hit the city, hoping that an ailment
Would put the whole world back in its place

And as if I need someone else to make a statement
To rub my deviance up in my face
I see a magazine plastered on the pavement
Like some kind of X-rated paper mâché

(It's not bold, bold to do what you're told.)
But I'm not along for the ride; listen to me, you can…
(Tell me, tell me that I'm being controlled.)
But I made up my mind to…

Keep the faith and follow through
There's always a price to pay for staying true
If you walk that way, you'll be one of the few
I could tell you I feel okay, but that's not what I'm trying to do
Well, I could tell you I feel okay, but I don't feel like lying to you

These people leave me impatient;
I'm hurting to be back home;
It's getting harder to watch a solution so blatant
Be so blatantly disowned

You can say my philosophy's ancient
And that it's soon to be outgrown
But when your life hits a final cadence
You might wish you didn't walk it alone

(It's not bold, bold to do what you're told.)
But I've got my pride. Hear me out now, you can…
(Tell me, tell me that I'm being controlled.)
No matter what you tell me, I'm still inclined to…

[Chorus]

Some people walk that way
Some people talk that way
If you walk that way
You'll be one of the few

Some people walk that way
Or sit back and talk that way
If you walk that way
You'll be one of the few