We carried on West
to the land of the sunset.
There's a tunnel through the clouds
to the other side of the sky.
I hope we make out of South Dakota
before we all die...

The clouds seem more near.
It's carefully carved here,
meandering dusty Mars,
we follow the chain of cars.
Red stripes through the sand.
Dust off a sleepy hand...

Sipping on the sunset
The city shimmers silver strings
Of spiderweb dew
And I've got no clue