When I was a hitchhiker on the road, I had to count on you You needed me to ease the load and for conversation too But did you just drive on through? You didn't see me in Toronto when I first tried out some high I smoked through a pen and I'd do it again if I only had some cash If I only had some cash Then I tried amphetamine, my head was in a glass Taped underneath the speedometer wires of my 48 gig stash But I knew that wouldn't last Then came California, where I first saw open water In the land of opportunity, I knew I was getting hotter I knew I was getting hotter But the neon light and the endless night, they took me by surprise The doctor gave me Valium, but I still couldn't close my eyes I still couldn't close my eyes Then came paranoia, and it ran away with me I couldn't sign my autograph or appear on TV or sing or be seen Living in the country sounded good to me Smoking grass with my Chicago lights in the real organic scene Where everything was green We had a kid and we split apart, and I'm living on the road And a little cocaine goes a long, long way to ease that different load But that ain't all that I know I wish I was an Aztec or a runner in Peru I would build such beautiful buildings to house the chosen few Like an anchor from Peru