But in the headlights of those all heading home All turned on as night came: And flowing as a stream of bonding, unbonding molecules Their light came A highway arcs across my hill Come out as dusk came down on it The day hid it in soft dead leaves
But in the headlights of those all heading home All turned on as night came: And flowing as a stream of bonding, unbonding molecules Their light came A highway arcs across my hill Come out as dusk came down on it The day hid it in soft dead leaves