Driving south on a dust grey afternoon
I just had to do it
Summer sky is a well done charcoal black
Nothing to go through with
Neil Young's on the radio playing something tragic
I realize my grip is getting slack running out of magic

I hear your shacked up with some other guy - sounds pretty serious
I'm watching my life - driving by gets you kind of delirious
I heard you stuck some wedding ring on the sky is falling down now
I hope those kids turn out an beautiful as you, and I can't even tell you how now

It happens all the time now the landscape stained with sadness
I wish that I could learn how
So beautifully tragic

This highway's made up of strange dust and stones didn't know it existed
See your face in the rear view mirror my minds getting so twisted
Accepting this with a strange kind of complacency an apathetic sadness
Cruised past some rusted burnt out shack there's beauty in the madness.