Dissolve the people inside you
Stir them up in a people stew
Feed it to me with a wooden spoon
Now there’s only me and you.
And Henry Miller says
He’s gonna live again
If only to have a lot more sex
Pass it on, Highway 1.
Take a ride past the old smokestacks
Down the road to a tanbark shack
Go so far that we can’t look back
Come so close now we melt our wax
Run, Highway 1,
hum the wheels of the sun,
Down the trail of those terraced hips
Ride the waves breaking on her lips
Blowing bubbles at the sun
1.2 past oblivion.