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