
Theres something sweet about seeing the world
Theres something great about kansas
Its like staring across an ocean
Like seeing the first stars burn white
Through the swamp and trees of southern night
Oh, Ill always have those mornings in
California where the mountains climb so tall
And waves crash blue around you
When everyones passed out in the van
And Im the one driving through the land
Alone in open roading
Teds out in the seat right next to me
Hes 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 thats when you miss your home
And the trees seem a little deader
I think were getting back tonight
Would you care if I came over?
Ive missed you about three weeks now
Im dying just to taste your lips
Could we stomp around your back yard
And wreck our clothes in the mud?