Peyote Highway

On Peyote Highway The lanes go this way and that Purple haze sunset to the left The radio changes itself On Peyote Highway The flowers all try to hitch rides With thumbs held high in the sky While cactus ride by on their bikes On Peyote Highway Rainbow clouds speak in foreign tongue The Koala Bear next to you sucks his thumb The clown on the hood chews Juicy Fruit gum On Peyote Highway Skeletons rattle their bones in the back Constantly asking are we there yet As mimes mouth hello from the ditch On Peyote Highway You travel in both space and time Take the pedal off the metal of your mind Set the scenery to always rewind On Peyote Highway