Iron flowers And water towers And lonesome stretches of black Drunken cowboys and AM white noise And Tucson running down my back This highway runs longer and faster than I do It rolls on for always dipping in and out of view The clay turns to asphault and the dark sky turns to blue This highways runs away from you Truck stop phone calls And knuckles And phony brick walls And cornfields growing up too fast Orphan tires And chapel spires And other things I thought were gonna last