Testo The Vast Spoils Of America

There's something sweet about seeing the world There's something great about Kansas It's like staring across an ocean Like seeing the first stars burn white Through the swamp and trees of Southern night Oh, I'll always have those mornings in California where the mountains climb so tall And waves crash blue around you When everyone's passed out in the van And I'm the one driving through the land Alone in open roading Ted's out in the seat right next to me He's drooling on his sleeve Who ever made up open skies and two of the bluest eyes Must be some young phenom Sometimes taking off can open up your eyes To everything that lies in your heart 'Cause that's when you miss your home And the trees seem a little deader I think we're getting back tonight Would you care if I came over? I've missed you about three weeks now I'm dying just to taste your lips Could we stomp around your back yard And wreck our clothes in the mud?