I am the public highway, baby.
  I'm no place for pretence or protocol.
 I could take you
 by way of a garden city.
I could run you along
the Libido del Sol.

I am this street now.
I am the street where you live.
You can see me from your window,
and be a fugitive.

Back of beyond the horizon,
I cut and stretch
the outer space of open air.
If there's somewhere
you just have to be, babe -
oh, let me be your thoroughfare.

I am this street now.
I am the street where you live.
See me from your window
and be a fugitive.

There is a pale swamp;
a glacier;
waxy crystal car;
and the smell of smoke
is on the evening breeze.
And your engine's humming
like a pleasure boat,
in the distance of the heat,
tearing the blossom
off the trees.

We pass by Pere Lachaise,
and broken fences.
We pass hospitals
in the San Fernando Valley.
And all of my tricks,
and turns, and inclinations:
You can't find them in your Rand McNally.

Live now! - Live a thousand other lives!
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Live now! - And learn the secret names of time!
(The only way you chose to see[?])
Live now! - All at once and forever!
Live now! - And you'll be all mine!

I am this street now.
I am the street where you live.
See me from your window,
and be a fugitive.

I am this street now.
I am the street where you live.
See me from your window,
and be a fugitive.