Highway Toes (James Taylor Parody)
Hitchin' down the freeways of my soulful movie mind
Baby why'd you treat me so unkind?
I miss your paisley curtains and your morning buttered toast
But my highway toes are comin' to the coast
Shootin' up the highway on the roadmap of my wrist
Baby I just scratched you off my list
I miss your tie-dyed bed sheets and your pretty spearmint mouth
But my highway toes are comin' to the south
Farewell New York City with your streets that flash like strobes
Farewell to Carolina where I left my frontal lobes
Alone but for my agent, a photographer from Life
A film crew and another pop star's wife
Can't you hear them contracts callin' I'm to sensitive to stay
And my highway toes are thumbing' me away
Farewell New York City with your streets that flash like strobes
Farewell to Carolina where I left my frontal lobes
