The dead sun burnt my brain black,
But I'm not a martyr nor am I a slug.

You want love, lay down on the train tracks.
Lower your eyes and quarry the morning star.

You better call out for your main man,
Who forgets your name but knows your face
...from somewhere.

Who is your main man?
Who is your main man?
Who is your main man?
Now that you've opened up your eyes,
And let your innocence die with mine.

My little baby wants love.
She's coming at me like a train wreck.
Will they chalk our silhouettes
Into the morning sidewalk?

You're better crawl,
Or lay down on the train tracks
Lower your eyes,
And quarry the morning star.

You better call out for your main man
Who forgets your name but knows your face
...from somewhere.

Who is your main man?
Who is your main man?
Who is your main man?
Now that The Drifter's got to ride
And the endless night calls.

Gina pulls my hair just like a kitten
That wants to play or mine
A new track upon an old vein
On the Highway Beyond.

Rebecca slits her wrist.
Reed on a fiddle with dead strings.
Sometimes we're silly, sometimes we're hungry
On the Highway Beyond.
Beyond, beyond, beyond.
Such a long way down, we're falling...