Well I’ve lived a life just like yours But I made some choices that were poor So instead of having it my way I’m selling flowers on the highway I have a home but it moves around a lot Maybe my rent’s the one thing I forgot If I had my choice I’d dream by day But for now I’m selling flowers on the highway And somewhere, somehow, a man in a suit is burning sage And somewhere, somehow, a woman in a dress is filled with rage I’d like to tell them all to be proud, witty and gay But instead I’m selling flowers on the highway And these roads have an ego, about the size of a town And the faceless people driving by, to me they look like clowns Maybe I’m getting old, maybe I just need to feel okay But for now, I’m stuck here, selling flowers on the highway I’ve got hyacinths, marigolds and roses I’ve got one cure for my neurosis So pass me the bottle, if you may I’m stuck here selling flowers on the highway I just want to walk like I usually do Beneath the tall buildings on the avenue But for now I’ll bask in the sun’s rays I’m just a human being, selling flowers on the highway