The Turnpike Down

I’m lost in the see-through
Pane always need a bath
Between a want and a need to,
Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path
My country was of thee
Now why’d you have to leave
How’d this come to have to pass
Butterscotch streetlaps mark my path
Mark my path, mark my path down
Mark my path, mark my path down
Mark my path, mark my path down
Mark my path, mark my path down