The sun's going down on the fields,
and stepping aside for the
are running down country roads away from home
again and the ghosts of the Cutter family
were getting in their pajamas,
kneeling beside their beds,
soon to be murdered in cold blood
inside the pages of Truman
For us, the state of Kansas
that went on and on and on and on
like a drunk uncle at a family funeral.
was about five hours behind us.
It was hard to leave its candied barbecue,
the ghost of Count Basie,
his right hand plucking notes
The city still holds down
through the doors of the barrooms,
strokes the heads of the school children,
and getting them while they're young people
getting them while they're young
It's inside of you and inside of me
Through towns and my spirits free
and I'm rolling through towns
I'm feeling stronger than I
And I'm rolling through towns
that I've only ever seen on maps
through the middle of the land
Handing them pieces of my heart
like they're communion wafers
with Thompson behind the wheel
We drive through the mountains
Treacherous roads like grey ribbons
That run around the waists
of giant snow -covered beasts
Out across a desert, no man's land
A home to mil lions of spirits
All tuggin' at the steering wheel
Playin' P .C. for cats in the Peek -A -Boo
They want us to crash out there
and join them for all eternity
And his heart is too pure
To be dragged in by their tricks
Nighttime Lost in America,
where we charge out in the darkness
that killed Johnny Horton
feeling the legends of the land
and looking for the nails that were used to
hang our heroes to their crosses.
This is the road that we've only read about,
and the ending is at the Joshua Tree Motor Inn,
or at least one of the holy places
that that we always heard
It's a legend. Joshua Tree Inn
is like getting to drive around
in the car that Hank Willi
And sicko tourist curiosity
and shallowness that goes along
But deep down, we know that we've come
to the place that we belong.
Silence, it's like no silence
I've ever experienced in my life.
It came on and rolled over
and traveled a thousand miles
Desert collecting the whispers
in the heat of Mother Earth's vagina
Light up a smoke and I stand on the truck
and I fill my lungs with the burning air
Let go got back behind the wheel
that was outside our hotel room
a short walk over the meditation shrine
and the sky lit up like a line of poetry
these are precious moments for sure
we had finally found the peace
and we finally found the love
that we'd always heard about
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