they told me Texas would be a hot sweaty mess
hard to tame, easy to get lost in
but they didn't mention she could be cold, dry, forlorn
her canyons vast and empty
and in her loneliness I find my solitude
long drives where the roads stretch into her curves
we can't be the only ones who have gone this far west
but the roads lay bare and empty
the horizon calling to us
keep driving onward
you'll get where you'll need to go