The Vast Spoils Of America

There's something sweet about seeing the world

There's something great about kansas

It's like staring across an ocean

Like seeing the first stars burn white

Through the swamp and trees of southern night

Oh, i'll always have those mornings in

California where the mountains climb so tall

And waves crash blue around you

When everyone's passed out in the van

And i'm the one driving through the land

Alone in open roading

Ted's out in the seat right next to me

He's drooling on his sleeve

Who ever made up open skies and two of the bluest eyes

Must be some young phenom

Sometimes taking off can open up your eyes

To everything that lies in your heart

'cause that's when you miss your home

And the trees seem a little deader

I think we're getting back tonight

Would you care if i came over?

I've missed you about three weeks now

I'm dying just to taste your lips

Could we stomp around your back yard

And wreck our clothes in the mud?


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