As much as you privilege the coast I stay stubborn toward the interior
In hot pursuit of wild goose made weary and wearier
Criss-crossing the country, rest stop on the edge of baloney
Later on eyes dewy on the back end of a Lifetime movie
The whole wide world wastes its breath at every critical juncture
Who is this elusive "they" changing infrastructure?
Big deal: it's a dam, a hole in the ground, a burial mound
And I am forever determined to stay miserable in the backseat of a car
My mind is unmoored with mental space unencumbered
Who really cares how the Interstate Highway System is numbered?
Math means 400 by 65, 300 by 75, 200 by 85
Stay awake, stay alive when you drive on 95 or I-5 or I-75 or I-55 or even the 15
North to south, eye on salinity downstream
And no: I don't know just where I think I am going
No, I don't know just where I think I am
No, I don't know just where I think I am from
But I have a pretty good idea just how far I've come
Two trains leave the station
One gets rerouted, the other's really not built for speed
Two trains leave the station
One sort of putters around, the other's thinking more theoretically
Two trains leave the station
But all things being equal, both would really rather stay inside
Two trains leave the station
But all anyone really wants to do is drive