Iron flowers   And water towers   And lonesome stretches of black      Drunken cowboys   and AM white noise   And Tucson running down my back      This highway runs longer and faster than I do   It rolls on for always dipping in and out of view   The clay turns to asphault and the dark sky turns to blue   This highways runs away from you      Truck stop phone calls   And knuckles   And phony brick walls   And cornfields growing up too fast      Orphan tires   And chapel spires   And other things I thought were gonna last