I watch the wheels go off the rails
My minds a train wreck
Never reaching destination
And all the while a sensation
That this is all okay

The crazy loco motion
The westward expansion
The cruel and inhumane conditions
And utter condescension
That this is all okay

Still if you find that you've made it California way
You've got it made
There's gold in them hills
And that helps me feel
That this is all okay