Canyon Lines

"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, lay 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 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?