Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
Reflected
In my window
Well, she walked up
To my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure
Paralysed me
In my shadow
She said, "Son
What are you doing here?
My fear for you has turned me
In my grave"
I said, "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell"
She said, "Son
This is the road to hell"
On your journey
Cross the wilderness
From the desert
To the well
You have strayed
Upon the motorway
To hell