Lyrics:

Lisbon stretched out behind us - a warm blooded friend in the shadow of Jesus. Many years
And many tears have past since I first fell for her age and beauty. The highway ahead seemed
Scornful, it could be California, Same ramshackle power lines and random film-set style

There's a wilderness here
There's a wilderness here
The bobbing broccoli bushes huddled on the hillsides, as if engaged in conversation
I know this is a long thin country, but from a vantage point with Kerouac’s eyes. I’m one leg
Up in a comfy sedan… and singing Warren Zevon, wish I’d gotten to meet with Gonzo before
He checked out of this life

There's a wilderness here
There's wilderness here
There's wilderness here
There's wilderness here

Pine trees under the heat of the sun, too much for the deciduous breeds. Cowboys in Mazdas
Lead the way as a field of insurgent olives provide a slim vein of other green. The temperature
And the light are soporific

Life is slower ... and sweeter
Life is slower … Life is sweeter