i can t hide it so good to be here lost in transit out on a free year there s no truth eyeing me sideways just a telephone booth on a highway i ain t hiding there s been no breakdown where i m aiming i see the sundown one horizon eyeing me sideways in a telephone booth on a highway everything for miles is high on the silence everything s my way where i m calling there s no religion no one falling my absolution is all truth eyeing me sideways in a telephone booth on a highway i stand ready for any new direction that the sun may lead me down hey everything for miles is high on the silence everything s my way in a telephone booth on a highway in a telephone booth on a highway just a telephone booth on a highway
['australian indigenous', 'australian rock']