The Modern Western World

From turnpikes to highways
And gravel into dust
From soybeans to silhouettes advancing in the dusk
Sky above I fell in love while I was sitting still
The rate at which the Rust Belt fades to Appalachian hills, oh

Drive south as history unfolds
The awe-inspiring death-defying metamodern world
Take my word I think we’ll be alright
Lost myself along the way but had the greatest time
I’ll pass you somewhere in the night

A stranger out in Utah gestures towards the muddy car
He said hey are you nomads, did you come from somewhere far
I said I don’t know man but it feels that way today
This highway is the last breath of an empire in decay

Drive south as history unfolds
The all-providing, soon expiring modern western world
Take my word I think we’ll be alright
Lost myself along the way but had the greatest time
I’ll pass you somewhere in the night