From turnpikes to highways and gravel into dust
From soybeans to silhouettes advancing in the dusk
Sky above, I fell in love while I was sitting stillThe rate at which the Rust Belt fades to Appalachian hills, oh
Drive south as history unfolds
The all-inspiring, death-defying, metamodern world
Take my word, I think we′ll be alright
Lost myself along the way, but had the greatest time
I'll pass you somewhere in the night
Stranger out in Utah gestures towards the muddy car
He said, "Hey are you nomads, did you come from somewhere far?"
I said, "I don′t know, man, but it feels that way today"
This highway is the last breath of an empire in decay, oh
Drive south as history unfolds
The all-providing, soon-expiring, modern Western world
Take my word, I think we'll be alright
Lost myself along the way, but had the greatest time
I'll pass you somewhere in the night
