The Turnpike Down lyrics

I'm lost in the see-through. Pane always needs a bath. Between a want and a need to, Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path. My country was of thee Now why'd you have to leave How'd this come to have to pass Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path Mark my path, mark my path down. Mark my path, mark my path down. Mark my path, mark my path down. Mark my path, mark my path down.