I call my mom
Tell her I’m ok
She’s thinks I’m in
Martha’s Vineyard today
On the East River Drive
I stick out my thumb
Cop pulls over
Says Jeez, you’re dumb
I know where the highway is

A trucker stops
Got plans for me
Jump from his cab
Again I’m free
Puerto Ricans stop
Say Oh, baby please
But gentlemen, I say,
I have a disease
I know where the highway is

All I need
Is my thumb
A bag of clothes
The beat of a drum
To see this world
Nobody knows
Just me alone

A sailor’s nice
So nice to me
I shut my eyes and
He lets me be
Get back to the Vineyard
And lie to my mom
Tell her anything
But where I’ve gone
I know where the highway is