when you slammed through my life like a screen door in a hurricane wind all i could think was how to find you again but route 80 was snowed under and the roads to the canyon were closed for our safety i suppose the sound of your voice is like longing feels when you whispered my name in the dark and the thick yellow brooklyn night sky through the window burned itself into me deep as my history baby you re great on the highway you know how to make an escape you leave us crying over postcards from mexico baby you re never far enough away everyone always loves you when you re on your way out the door everybody needs you and begs you to stay guess i learned something from you and the way you stared right through me baby you re great on the highway baby you re great on the highway you know how to make an escape you leave us crying over postcards from mexico baby you re never far enough away you leave us crying over postcards from mexico baby you re never far enough away