Lyrics

Standing in a station in Des Moines
Suitcase in my hand
North or south? Flip a coin
I'll ride any rail across this land
Eastbound New England, 5:23
I'll chase the sunrise, wash my hands in the sea

I've seen the tops of the Rocky Mountains
The desert floor, and all that lies in between
Open roads, honky tonks and shotgun shacks
I dream the American Dream

Have you ever seen a storm roll through the plains?
Or a Sunday Tulsa rodeo?
I walked on that red dirt in the footsteps of Tom Joad
Headed west for the California coast
The stars in the desert
Like angels on high
Sleep wrapped in the warmth of an Arizona night

I've seen the tops of the Rocky Mountains
The desert floor, and all that lies in between
Open roads, honky tonks and shotgun shacks
I dream the American Dream

Sittin' in a bar in Baton Rouge
My new confidante and I
He said, "All I'm looking for these days, is some honest work for some honest pay"
I picked up his tab
Packed up my gear
They say Helena and heaven are the same this time of year

I've seen the tops of the Rocky Mountains
The desert floor, and all that lies in between
Open roads, honky tonks and shotgun shacks
I dream the American Dream