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