They're building a road that wraps around this town
They build and they go, they never do slow down
Na, na, na, na...

This place had class, but now it's just actors
Kissing ass to benefactors
I'll trade charity any day for clarity
I drove my last car off the edge of a year
That's a funny way of getting clear, I know but

They're building a road- a constellation bright
Of Texaco stars for cars that choke the night
Na, na, na, na...

I came along a family
Huddled 'round a little roadside cross
Flowers weeping from their arms
Withered by my exhaust
The darkening was happening
The hungry highway moaned
'Everything is everything'
Each petal fell alone

On a road that keeps the country small
Nobody knows where each one goes at all
But they're building a road to make that money flow
Soon there'll be no more place for a boy like me to go
Na, na, na, na...