Stood still on a highway I saw a woman by the side of the road 
With a face that I knew like my own 
Reflected in my window. 
Well she walked up to my quarter light and she bent down real slow 
A fearful pressure paralyzed me in my shadows. 

She said, Son 
What are you doing here? 
My fear for you has turned me in my grave. 
I said, Mama 
I come to the valley of the rich 
Myself to sell. 
She said, Son 
This is the road to hell. 

On your journey 'cross the wilderness from the desert to the well 
You have strayed upon the motorway to hell.