There′s a welcome sign
The slogan is insincere
If they built the interstate at a recent dateThey wouldn't build it here
We′re a hundred miles from the closest town
A nosebleed seat where your world spins out of the shot
I never gave it a thought
I got my wind knocked out
Where all the windmills crowd
The greatest view from a while
To the passerby
Glad for a road this clear
To roll through the state at a decent rate by the startled deer
And the drive won't stop 'til the third world war
When the streams run dry or a similar sort of event
I′ll never see them again
I got my wind knocked out
Where all the windmills crowd
The greatest view from a while
