Testo Straight On 'Til Morning

Out here, nothing matters? there is a road on my right and the wall on my left and I walk slowly, backwards. My arm stretched out in the hope that someone will stop and carry me to a place that simply isn't here. But, although the highway is full of lights. I might as well be transparent. I think it's been days, months? this road is my past, it's my now and I'm out here and nothing matters. Sometimes I close my eyes and I see a face, but it's not a face that I know and it's always different. I know nothing except this road and it's endless, backwards. I'm trying to attract the light to me and it comes to me, but it blinds me and it flashes past my shoulders again and again. 1.000 times in a single night. An endless night. Blazing impatient lights flying past me as the night presses down on my tired body? but there is no place to rest and there is no time to stop. Nothing exists except this lonely road and it's endless. It's backwards and I'd like to turn around - but I can't? but, out