They're building up and tearing down
Another laser show, another scratched up prairie town
Listen to the windshield wipers
Back and forth against the summer rain
And take comfort in the rituals
The repetition in the waves of the grain

Another frontage road, another trailer hitch
It’s extra for the rollaway, so someone better sleep in it
This party that we’re going to
I betcha they got something for your pain
Take comfort in the rituals
The repetition in the summer rain

If you get lonely, I might know somebody
When we hit Denver, we’ll have ourselves an extra party
She likes the same things we do
And I’m pretty sure she’s gonna like you too
Leave nothing but the music on
Her reputation once we move on through

The way it washes over you
That same old sense of rest-stop déjà vu
Saying that you’re pretty sure
We’ve been at this rest stop once before
Maybe more, probably more
Another motel room
Another baseball game
Another finer point
Another 6-4 double play
My eyes are so tired
I can’t even recognize these teams

Keep on feeling fascination
Alternate real life with lucid dreams
Keep on feeling fascination
Alternate real life with lucid dreams