Try and try, leave a trace   And all we ever leave is a sour taste   You're half asleep when I crash through   I'm like a drop of water on the dry sand   I'm a scar across your face   I'm an itch that's driving you mad      Highway five      Takes so much to make us feel like we're alive   A weary traveler at a smooth seventy-five   Make pretend the landscape ain't so dry   Do anything to maintain a lie   To the left, a beautiful california landscape   Dead ends in the sky   And to the right, beautiful mountains rise   High and dry   Another futile expression of bitterness   Another overwhelming sensation of uselessness      Make pretend that the landscape ain't so dry   Do anything to maintain a lie   Make pretend that the lover ain't so barren   Though in los angeles things like that don't matter      Highway five