A swift highway
Runs though my brain
While my car drives
Across the Great Plains
My mind feels cleaned out
No thoughts take hold
I travel in the night time
So that I can be all alone
You can find me
On Interstate 90
I don't know where I'll be arriving
I just wanna go driving
Because when I go driving
Or when I'm sticking out my thumb
It's like the city's just a strange dream
That I'm waking from
The sun's rising up
I'm in the middle of nowhere
The Pine Ridge Reservation
I think I might go there
And I'll ride into the Black Hills
Have myself a look around
I'm always looking for something
That I ain't quite found
Those purple sage fields
From horizon to horizon
They're making me feel like
Like I should've been a bison
And if I was a bison
I'd be tearing up the ground
Running up and down the prairies
I wouldn't ever settle down
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A swift highway
Runs though my brain
While my car drives
Across the Great Plains
My mind feels cleaned out
No thoughts take hold
I travel in the night time
So that I can be all alone
You can find me
On Interstate 90
I don't know where I'll be arriving
I just wanna go driving
Because when I go driving
Or when I'm sticking out my thumb
It's like the city's just a strange dream
That I'm waking from
The sun's rising up
I'm in the middle of nowhere
The Pine Ridge Reservation
I think I might go there
And I'll ride into the Black Hills
Have myself a look around
I'm always looking for something
That I ain't quite found
Those purple sage fields
From horizon to horizon
They're making me feel like
Like I should've been a bison
And if I was a bison
I'd be tearing up the ground
Running up and down the prairies
I wouldn't ever settle down
Runs though my brain
While my car drives
Across the Great Plains
My mind feels cleaned out
No thoughts take hold
I travel in the night time
So that I can be all alone
You can find me
On Interstate 90
I don't know where I'll be arriving
I just wanna go driving
Because when I go driving
Or when I'm sticking out my thumb
It's like the city's just a strange dream
That I'm waking from
The sun's rising up
I'm in the middle of nowhere
The Pine Ridge Reservation
I think I might go there
And I'll ride into the Black Hills
Have myself a look around
I'm always looking for something
That I ain't quite found
Those purple sage fields
From horizon to horizon
They're making me feel like
Like I should've been a bison
And if I was a bison
I'd be tearing up the ground
Running up and down the prairies
I wouldn't ever settle down
Writer: Robert Lewis III
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