Lyrics:

I could go east I could go west
I can't decide which way I like best
The girl at Stuckey's her face was a mess
I could think about you but I'd just get depressed

Passing on the right a kid shoots me hello
I'm somewhere in the middle of New Mexico
I can't push this truck over 85
And I'll never get off this highway alive

I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way
I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way again
I could turn around I could pick you up
You could ride in my truck and I could show you lots of stuff

I could go north I could go south
I can stop this car like I can shut my mouth
I have yet to find a sure thing that I don't doubt
I can't think of a thing I can safely think about

Didja ever drive at night blaring Chemical Wire?
And passing station wagons with engines on fire?
It's snowing in the desert and I don't understand
I vote and I gloat but this land ain't my land

If you were here I could look at your face
My mind wouldn't race I wouldn't feel so out of place

Down in Oklahoma and everybody wore hats
They looked at me funny I got out of there fast
I missed a girl by missing her cats
I missed a guy with a sign that said "Mississippi Flats"