When I was a hitchhiker on the road. I had to count on you. But you needed me to ease the load. And for conversation too. Or did you just drive on through.. You didn't see me in Toronto. When I first tried out some hash. Smoked some then and I'll do it again. If I only had some cash. Only had some cash.. Then I tried amphetamines. And my head was in a glass. Taped underneath the speedometer wires. Of my '48 Buick's dash.. But I knew that wouldn't last.. Then came California. Where I first saw open water. In the land of opportunity. I knew I was getting hotter. I knew I was getting hotter.. But the neon lights. And the endless nights. The neon lights. And the endless nights. The neon lights. And the endless nights. The neon lights. And the endless nights. They took me by surprise. The doctor gave me valium. But I still couldn't close my eyes. I still couldn't close my eyes.. Then came paranoia. And it ran away with me. I couldn't sign my autograph. Or appear on TV. Or see or be seen. See or be seen. Or see or be seen.. Living in the country. Sounded good to me. Smoking grass while the summer lasts. In the real organic sea. Where everything was green. Everything was green.. Then we had a kid and we split apart. I was living on the road. A little cocaine went a long long way. To ease that different load. But my head did explode. My head did explode.. I wish I was an Aztec. Or a runner in Peru. I would build such beautiful buildings. To house the chosen few. Like an Inca from Peru.. When I was a hitchhiker on the road. I had to count on you. But you needed me to ease the load. And for conversation too. Or did you just drive on. Did you just drive on. Did you just drive on through.. Or did you just drive on. Did you just drive on. Did you just drive on through..