(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