The kids left home   The kids got a kid of her own   But don’t knock that door   Don’t knock it nobody’s home      The mystery signs   Turn off and follow at blind   The interstate is jammed and crammed with exhaust mist   It’ll only lead you somewhere you’ll never miss, you’ll never miss      Get on the blue highways   Follow the blue highways   You know that they're there   You know that they're there   Where the real America lies      The rusty chrome   The shudders swing open and closed   But don’t knock that door   Don’t knock it nobody’s home      The blood runs cold   The blood runs cold   There must be gold where fools are   That’s what we are, that’s what we are      Get on the blue highways   Follow the blue highways   You know that they're there   You know that they're there   Where the real America lies      Blue highways…