Lyrics:

Shot from the green cannon of late spring
The map on your lap unfolding
Some states don't rate even a blur
Toothpaste across your reflection in muddy water

We had truckstop cassettes of Isaac Hayes and Patsy Cline
Sang 'Strange' in the desert every night at nine
Purple light on your face in the canyon at dusk
I thought I might as well go blind
I thought I might as well go blind

But I thought my eyes had seen it all
I thought my eyes had seen it all
There may lie beauty up ahead that our language can't capture it all
But I thought my eyes had seen it all

Slept all night in the dry scrub
You crawled from the thicket with a new love
Sleep in our eyes and I pulled a bug off your back
You said 'Leave me alone, just let nature attack us'

We had truckstop cassettes of Smokey Robinson and Kinks
The tape hit the player just as we hit 'Cruiser's Creek'
Our time was turning dusty yellow but the sun on your forehead shone pink
I thought the worst was over, just goes to show I shouldn't think

But I thought my eyes had seen it all
I thought my eyes had seen it all
There may be desolation down the road and just down this hall but
I thought my eyes had seen it all

The tape ate the player ate the tape ate me
The tape ate the player ate the tape ate me
The tape ate the player ate the tape ate me

I promised you at best
A sparkling mirage at worst
A sea to another shining sea
The tape ate the player ate the tape ate me