Where the red rocks erupt from the ground
tinged with turquoise.
I'm full of the devil's salt, dancing around;
With a youthful grin and the energy of a small boy.

Elevation like a highway rest stop seeping water
Guard rails and traffic shortening my trek
across the freeway, lest I falter
and taste the iron; taste the granite, taste America's highways!

A spark...a fire...a wolverine across the Midwest.
I'm a match from the televisions of the eighties.
I'm looking for that rock that spells out our pride...
Our blinking light from the rocks and the Reagan wreckage.

But was it really that bad?  Nah!
We had broken walls, metal, and blue jeans at cost!
Trickle down economics
And a beaten communist block.

We had a people united
In more countries than one.
We had a crew dedicated to digging up landmines...
So no one died, while taking the long, unfamiliar walk home....

What are we voting for now?  Some strange new world...
Well, it's nothing new really!
It's just a bunch of the same **** that you never heard of before.
But mostly, it's because you just weren't listening....