Well I'm going down to see my highway girl
Yeah she’s just got back from around the world
I'm gonna get me a gun, I'm gonna stand on guard
In a little white booth in her front yard

Throwing rocks at her window what could she do?
I throw like a girl
If you throw enough rocks one might break through
Well she looked out her window when the police came
Oh-man, to see a big tin man dancing in the rain


Ah my little highway girl
Ah my little highway girl, yeah

She had a beautiful apartment
She had a beautiful apartment
Well actually it was a lousy apartment
But she, she’s very handy, with her hands and she
She’s got architectural digest magazines
So she knows what she’s doin’
She likes to decorate her apartment in the Santa Fe traditional
I told her it was dated
But I see more of the world than she does

She got an apartment, where the property was cheap
Next to the freeway
She said, "I save lots of money, but I lose lots of sleep"
In my apartment, where the apartment is so cheap
And we’d laugh, and we’d laugh, and we’d laugh
Ohhhh, we’d take pot shots at the passing cars (bullet sounds)
And we’d laugh
Well, we were dumping the body and we’d laugh

We found a place that was dark and rotten
A place where the police helicopters would never spot it
I destroyed the map that we so carefully dotted
Every day we’re dumping a body, she and me
Every single day, and we’d laugh about it

That’s when I knew, it was time that we both, kill ourselves
Together, together, we were nothing but a menace
Apart we were nothing but lonely
I read too much, I thought we should kill ourselves
She doesn’t read a thing, she believed me
Are you really the messiah? Yes I am

She was younger than me too, she was younger than me
And I said to her, I said, “you know polline?
“No one stamps on a burning bag of shit anymore.” No body

Are you really the messiah? Yes I am
Believe it

So we ah, we opted to kill ourselves
As I said, but we had one riffle, and one bullet
So, I told her to put her head down close to the barrel
And, put the barrel sort of into her mouth
And I’d be right behind her
With my head right behind hers
And I said her life would end instantly, but mine might have a few extra minutes of agony and suffering
We couldn’t pull the trigger so we attached a string to it
Around the lamp and to the door knob
The first person to come into her cheap fucking apartment
Would blow both our heads off

We got, we got to thinking, we changed our minds
You know, I mean we, we got scared, and, and ah
And, and, and we kinda chickened out
We, we, and we laughed about it you know, we laughed about it
What were we thinking?
We’re not, together were not that bad
We don’t, we’re not that bad
Well we don’t need to kill ourselves
We don’t need to kill ourselves

And then the D train rattled overhead
Knocked the jor, the door ajar, the jor adar, the door ajar
The jar door, the door ajar

And you know ah, the faulty lock, the door swung open—
Killed her

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it

They said, “don't you think, Gord, you push a bit too fast?”
I said, Slowing down don't make it last
Yeah, she said a memory's never gonna set you free
Ah go out and see that world and bring it home to me

Oh my little highway girl
Ah, come on home, come on home, my little highway girl
Ah, baby baby, come on home, come on home, my little highway girl
Ah my little highway girl, yeah