Blue Highways

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