Somewhere in South Dakota, the roads don't go to Anywhere, so we don't even know when we get there, and we don't know anything at all. But if what you said is right, then I'll be home tonight. Somewhere in South Dakota, dirt roads disappear into the air. And we all know that no one ever goes there, but we don't know anything at all. And in the disappearing act of great land ma**es, home has disappeared just like black magic; and the magical thing about it is how we all feel that we'll be found. So, if what you said is right, then I'll be home tonight. Or you could make it easier and say there's no room here tonight. Say theres no room here tonight. We've made beds too far west, and south of good sense.