| High speed drift on a prairie road
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| Hot tires sing like a string being bowed
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| Sudden town rears up then explodes
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| Fragments resolve into white line code
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| Whirl on silver wheels
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| Black earth energy receptor fields
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| Undulate under a grey cloud shield
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| We outrun a river colour brick red mud
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| That cleaves apart hills soil rich as blood
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| Highway squeeze in construction steam
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| Stop caution hard hat yellow insect machines
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| Silver steel towers stalk rolling land
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| Toward distant stacks that shout «Feed on demand»
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| 100 miles later the sky has changed
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| Urban anticipation -- we get 4 lanes
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| Red orange furnace sphere notches down
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| Throws up silhouette skyline in brown
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| Sundogs flare on windshield glass
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| Sudden swoop skyward iron horse overpass
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| Pass a man walking like the man in the moon
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| Walking like his head’s full of irish fiddle tunes
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| The skin around every city looks the same
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| Miles of flat neon spelling well-known names
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| USED TRUCKS DIRTY DONUTS YOU YOU’RE THE ONE
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| Fat wheeled cars squeal into the sun
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| Radio speakers gargle top 40 trash
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| Muzak soundtrack to slow collapse
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| Planet engines pulsate in sidereal time
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| If you listen close you can hear the whine |