Crack one for the mountaintops
And the hills that bleed of boredom
Roll one for the desert sand
And the girls that face toward them

Say none of the days that gone
And dried up in the sun
Driving down the interstate
Back to our place called home

Lord I found some bottled sunshine
Makes the shameful sparkle fade away
In all my dreams, you’re far away from me
Inside you know we’re all dead