(What, what is it that you want?)   (What is it that you want?)      She don't lift her head for nothing   She don't lift her head for no one   30 years have glazed her eyes   Her tongue is dry from asking why      Why (why) all my ideas   Peel and turn to rust (why)   Why I feel I must   I guess I'll ask the dust      She's an American highway flower   Walking, blossoming into nowhere   Digesting tailpipes and babies' screams   To fill the hole that used to house her dreams      Why (why) all my ideas   Peel and turn to rust (why)   Why I feel I must   Guess I'll ask the dust   I guess I'll ask the dust   I guess I'll ask the dust      (solo)      (undecipherable whispering)      "I wonder what I'm doing here"   She asks the moon but he don't care   He's busy shinin' on the lucky   In the dark she swims toward nothing   Towards nothing      Why (why) all my ideas   Peel and turn to rust (why)   Why I feel I must   Why (why) all my ideas   Peel and turn to rust (why)   Why I feel I must   Guess I'll ask the dust   I guess I'll ask the dust