Take a look down your highway  Tell me what d'you see  Well if you're down my way  It could well be me  Stood on your corner  I'm nearly down on one knee  Can you hear me calling for you  So damn easy to see  And it can't be forever  And it won't be for long  So don't you think that it's better  We speak the same tongue  Out here in this weather  We must surely belong  Birds of a feather  Whatever the song:  Please give me a lift man  It can't be for far  The way that you shift man  In your empty car,  I've got the highway blues  In my holy (holey, wholly) shoes  And I cannot choose  What I look like  And I got here from yesterday  On porridge and bait  Swallowing sorrow  Following fate  Poaching tomorrow  From God and the state  Of homo his shadow  The well known long haired straight  But I've got a good reason  For being this way  I'm happy for certain  And hoping to stay  Travelling trust  Across the new day  Gathering dust  Down your highway  Please give me a lift man...  It can't be for far  The way that you shift man  In your empty car  I've got the highway blues  In my holy shoes  And I cannot choose  What I look like  Out on the streets  Or where my drum beats  In between the clean sheets  Of my love life  And I need little Margaret  Out here again  Screwing some traffic  From the shaven insane  With thumbs like a dragnet  She pulls like a train  And she looks like a magnet;  And she comes like a warm rain  Please give me a lift man, etc