It's a very Strange Ambition-- To be less than half alive You don't know where you're goin' But you sure do like to drive, yeah
And all along the highway I spied creatures on their own The rabbits and the reptlies Sitting on a throne of a desert--empty and dry All along the West side I see Nothing but sky
No barrier between The Greatest Mind and Mine The Universe Is Open ALL the Time
In this constant repetition I am looking for a feel Something more than motion Something positively real
And I'm staring in the rear view Wishing I could see Something more than just lines Something deep inside of me
Chorus
Tumbleweeds and drifters Never made a plan Never stopped to wonder They just roll across the land...