Out of the highways
That span to the seas
The one that I'd take
Never stops in-between
A whole three thousand mile road
With one brief pause in Yellowstone
If the day comes
In which you decide
You want to waste some
And go for a drive
Well I'll be ready when you call
For Highway 20 in the fall
We'd be the quintessential leads
Who found love in the latter teens
I guess we'll wait and see
Specific shores wet
The terminus lies
Pacific Northwest
The end of the ride
With rolls of photos to compile
We won't see oceans for awhile
From Massachusetts
The lights all went down
Across the us
In its cities and towns
The main spots I consider home
The Rust Belt and the driftless zone
The way you thought your life might be
It fell apart in the latter teens
It always gets to me
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