Design Your Own Container Garden lyrics

I took to the highway Went out to PICO-Crenshaw Old friends, old friends I took to the highway The highway took to me Like a second skin Rolled around in the evening Circling like a buzzard Trouble in mind Excavating the space We left behind Yes, I took trinkets with me Left them by the crater Here ghosts, old ghosts Smelled all the chlorine I took the low road Where the light is just right Crawled around in the glowing All-embracing wreckage Sun-burned and snow-blind Excavating the space We left behind