And Since I've Turned Those Pages
Drivin' down old Route 66,
crossin' the Missouri line
With Tom, Joe, Bridie and shotgun
No tellin' what I'll find
Out past the diners and the dust
The concrete teepees all in a row
Through a desert made of plastic signs
Telling me I'm moving way too slow
I can feel the dust of all the pilgrims
Chasing dreams that didn't go loose
All those ghosts that refused to die
The spirit of the rebels cries
That he managed to survive
It all started west of Tulsa
in a hell -bound pouring rain
I swore I saw ten Model T's circled
in a roadside wagon train
Above the fire a crossroad sign,
red, desperation and hope
I knew right away that I was in for a ride
When they pointed the way to go
Out past the darkness and the dust
The concrete teepees all in a row
you're movin' way too slow
I can feel the dust of all programs
Chasin' dreams, pantin' gold
All those ghosts that refuse to die
The spirit of the rebel's pride
Out here, man, it's still alive
Boomtown's beckonin' to me tonight
There's dreams to pick tonight