[Verse 1]
From turnpikes to highways
And gravel into dust
From soybeans to silhouettes advancing in the dusk
Sky above I fell in love while I was sitting still
The rate at which the Rust Belt fades to Appalachian hills, oh

[Chorus]
Drive south as history unfolds
The awe-inspiring, death-defying, meta-modern world
Take my word, I think we'll be alright
Lost myself along the way, but had the greatest time
I'll pass you somewhere in the night

[Verse 2]
A stranger out in Utah gestures towards the muddy car
He said, "Hey are you nomads?"
"Did you come from somewhere far?"
I said, "I don't know man, but it feels that way today"
This highway is the last breath of an empire in decay

[Chorus]
Drive south as history unfolds
The all-providing, soon expiring, modern western world
Take my word, I think we'll be alright
Lost myself along the way, but had the greatest time
I'll pass you somewhere in the night