The Highway in My Mind Lyrics

There may come a day

When your pubic hair turns gray and white

Salt and pepper mixed together

And everyone will know 'cause they'll see it

On display in your yearly naked calendar

And there may come a time

When you start to lose what's left of your mind

Don't try to fight it

You cannot decide

It's your fate to be

Anything you dream of when you masturbate

Any man can dream of a place

Where he can run away and

Have a space where he can get some

Solitude to smoke a doob

Lay on back and crack the lube

Polish up that fishin' pole

While picturing your squishy hole yea

Any man can find a place where he can

Journey to the center of his mind

High on psilocybin, at midnight I'll be riding

Riding the rails it never fails to take me

Tripping on down the highway in my mind

¬¬¬You may find a way

To leave this bullshit behind you

Maybe I'll remind you

You jerked off yesterday

Sitting in a La-Z-Boy recliner

Thinking about vaginer

And you may find the time

To discover things that are hidden in your mind

Dig even deeper

Though the climb is steeper

Take it from Beau Nair

The view from the top is way better here

Than way down there

Any man can dream of a place

Where he can run away and

Have a space where he can get some

Solitude to smoke a doob

Lay on back and crack the lube

Polish up that fishin' pole

While picturing your squishy hole yea

Any man can find a place where he can

Journey to the center of his mind

High on psilocybin, at midnight I'll be riding

Riding the rails it never fails to take me

Tripping on down the highway in my mind

How does it feel when you are lonely

Why do you think no one would care

Where do you think that you can fill your gaping hole

How about you try it with Beau Nair

Oh come on and try it now

Any man can dream of a place

Where he can run away and

Have a space where he can get some

Solitude to smoke a doob

Lay on back and crack the lube

Polish up that fishin' pole

While picturing your squishy hole yea

Any man can find a place where he can

Journey to the center of his mind

High on psilocybin, at midnight I'll be riding

Riding the rails it never fails to take me

Tripping on down the highway in my mind

Any man can dream of a place

Where he can run away and

Have a space where he can get some

Solitude to smoke a doob

Lay on back and crack the lube

Polish up that fishin' pole

While picturing your squishy hole yea

Any man can find a place where he can

Journey to the center of his mind

High on psilocybin, at midnight I'll be riding

Riding the rails it never fails to take me

Tripping on down the highway in my

Oh I'm tripping on down the highway in my mind

I'm tripping on down the highway in my mind

I'm tripping on down the highway in my mind

I'm tripping on down the highway in my mind

I'm tripping on down the highway in my mind