Nothing much to see in Oklahoma
Talking to myself for charity
These miles of corn and truck stop porn
Well that ain’t my idea of company

Wake me at the border
With virgin dreams and holy water
To soak my August head and cool your burn

Stop my head from dreaming
Of the past, it’s open season
On memories, sacred and sublime

1800 miles from Arizona
Is 1800 miles away from my home away from home
But wanderlust and cigarettes
Are two addictions I know best
And now they’ve got the best of me

Wake me at the border
With virgin dreams and holy water
To soak my August head and cool your burn

Stop my head from dreaming
Of the past, it’s open season
On memories, sacred and sublime