Story Behind the Song
A philosophical look at life's rocky road...
Lyrics
Non-Specific Highway
Non-specific highway stretching out before me
Try and see it my way, before we reach the end
Get a lane for yourself and never make a turning
And maybe we'll be lucky.
Move it on, get out, gonna howl 'It's allright!'
You give me water when I'm running dry.
Am I going away, robbery,
I gotta million pounds don't take me down today,
I wanted to stay here for some,
But they're gonna chase me down that chicken run.
Melancholic pastimes, shaking by the wayside,
Meteoric guidelines, punctuated sky.
Get a lane for yourself and never make a turning,
And maybe we'll be lucky.
Move it on, get out, gonna howl 'It's allright!'
You give me water when I'm running dry.
Am I going away, robbery,
I gotta million pounds don't take me down today,
And I wanted to stay here for some
But they're gonna chase me down that chicken run.
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