Truckstop Cassettes

Shot from the green cannon of late spring
 The map on your lap unfolding
 Some states don't rate even a blur
 Toothpaste across your reflection in muddy water
 We had truckstop cassettes of Isaac Hayes and Patsy Cline
 Sang "Strange" in the desert every night at nine
 Purple light on your face in the canyon at dusk
 I thought I might as well go blind
 I thought I might as well go blind
 But I thought my eyes had seen it all
 I thought my eyes had seen it all
 There may lie beauty up ahead that our language can't capture it all
 But I thought my eyes had seen it all
 Slept all night in the dry scrub
 You crawled from the thicket with a new love
 Sleep in our eyes and I pulled a bug off your back
 You said "Leave me alone, just let nature attack us"
 We had truckstop cassettes of Smokey Robinson and Kinks
 The tape hit the player just as we hit "Cruiser's Creek"
 Our time was turning dusty yellow
 but the sun on your forehead shone pink
 I thought the worst was over, just goes to show I shouldn't think
 But I thought my eyes had seen it all
 I thought my eyes had seen it all
 There may be desolation down the road and just down this hall but
 I thought my eyes had seen it all
 The tape ate the player ate the tape ate me
 The tape ate the player ate the tape ate me
 The tape ate the player ate the tape ate me
 I promised you at best
 A sparkling mirage at worst
 A sea to another shining sea
 The tape ate the player ate the tape ate me