I Took To The Highway

Went Out To Pico-Crenshaw

Old Friends, Old Friends



I Took To The Highway

The Highway Took To Me

Like A Second Skin



Rolled Around In The Evening

Circling Like A Buzzard

Trouble In Mind



Excavating The Space

We Left Behind



Yes, I Took Trinkets With Me

Left Them By The Crater

Here Ghosts, Old Ghosts



Smelled All The Chlorine

I Took The Low Road

Where The Light Is Just Right



Crawled Around In The Glowing

All-embracing Wreckage

Sun-burned And Snow-blind



Excavating The Space

We Left Behind