Riding through the plains,
Tumble weeds and a truck.
Rain, lightning, and dirty clouds
Running a muck.
Don't hide in the rocks.
Let it cleanse your soul.
Pain is imaginary
And so is the cold.
Take the opportunity to experience life
Don't think about problems you have with the wife.
Out here in the plains where no one can hear.
Don't dwell on the past. Am I making that clear?
Time disappears when rubber meets pavement
It's only in your head as necessary enslavement
Give yourself freedom every now and again.
Lose it between the sky and the grain.
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