"I'll leave it up to you"
Said the woman by the door
"No matter how you choose
It's all the same
Has it always, has it always been this way? "

She works for the highway
And she doesn't seem to mind
At the road all around layed with debris
Empty cans, cigarettes
She laughs alone at what she sees

She says the rhythm of the headlights
Bouncin' off those concrete walls
Creates a light in the spaces too dark to see
Jealousy you get the best, you get the best of me

She lost a bet down at the roadhouse
She said her face holds canyon lines
Wearin' down all the whiteness in her teeth
And she's smokin' cigarettes
While she's broke as she can be

What do they know?
What do they know?

The sun rests its chin on her highway
So black and bare
When she hears a song
Like an old friend comin' to
Dark corners turn to canyons
Just like she always knew

What do they know?
What do they know?
What do they know?
What do they know?