We started out on the eastern seaboard

Tip of Montauk at the lighthouse

I call it the one that

"The God-man" built

The fishing boats returned to harbor

Tourists all went home, end of summer

Local kids headed back to school

Over in the great Big Apple

The skyline soars and glistens

Across the Hudson it all flattens

Into the sprawl

We stopped for ribs before the Delaware

Sat outside by the river

They had an old Chevrolet

Going right through the wall

The girl at the bar she was real pretty

I asked for her number, said “Give me your digits”

Then a man came around saying

“Kid, you better hit-the-road!”

Back on the road through the Poconos

Past a place called White Haven

What the hell is that?

White Haven…there must be a story there

But we kept on going

Across Deer Creek

And Sugar Valley Mountain

Over the continental shelf

And home of Ground Hog Phil

When we make it to Youngstown, Ohio

We only have two thousand more..

Miles to go

We drove and drove

Past Cleveland and Detroit

Through Des Moines and Cheyene

And over to Salt Lake

Getting closer …

Five hundred miles to go

Made it to Frisco

West side coast

It was cold and grey

And our chevy was

On her last legs

We stopped and talked

Ate and drank

We all kept wondering

And wondering

At the majesty

Of it all

With all our problems

Yeah we gotta drain the swamp

Just not sure we all disagree

Like those folks on TV

When we sit and talk

One on one

I see hope and kindness

Honor and worth

Truth and decency

Guess it’s not the way

They want us to be …