Lyrics:

Lisbon stretched out behind us - a warm blooded friend in the shadow of Jesus. Many years**lf**And many tears have past since I first fell for her age and beauty. The highway ahead seemed**lf**Scornful, it could be California, Same ramshackle power lines and random film-set style**lf** **lf**There''s a wilderness here**lf**There''s a wilderness here**lf**The bobbing broccoli bushes huddled on the hillsides, as if engaged in conversation**lf**I know this is a long thin country, but from a vantage point with Kerouac''s eyes. I''m one leg**lf**Up in a comfy sedan? and singing Warren Zevon, wish I''d gotten to meet with Gonzo before**lf**He checked out of this life**lf** **lf**There''s a wilderness here**lf**There''s wilderness here**lf**There''s wilderness here**lf**There''s wilderness here**lf** **lf**Pine trees under the heat of the sun, too much for the deciduous breeds. Cowboys in Mazdas**lf**Lead the way as a field of insurgent olives provide a slim vein of other green. The temperature**lf**And the light are soporific**lf** **lf**Life is slower ... and sweeter**lf**Life is slower ? Life is sweeter