On the Plains

Well someone could get lost out here Guess somebody did Lots of space to get lost in Way out here on the plains I remember a big pink sky Used to run around in Still go out smoke a cigarette Try to time it then You ever see such a shithole town Everybody's fucked up here Kids are getting crazy too And I can't tell them shit Home's eighteen by seventy-eight Work's thirty by fifty-five Drive twenty-six miles on a straight flat road I could do it if I died You watch the sun set ten thousand times Take you twenty-seven years I watched the sun set ten thousand times On Murphy's Western Wear Now go on Main back to the highway You really get the wind Just passing through from far away Way out here on the plains