Big Red Machine - New Auburn

Every time I drive up on fifty-three

I'm seeing sideways up ahead of me

There's little lakes, there's little fountains

There's little molehills made out of mountains

There's little prayers that I perceive, mmm

Every time I drive up on fifty-four

It goes past Mick's and Dick's general store

There goes the signal and it's dropped for miles

There goes the static at the top of the dial

Every wild plan screamed it

By only a hundred years, a way-man

Who am I to witness, who am I to see

Who am I to notice which way a tree

Falling alone full sign and leave

Half a mile later, just past the sign

There's a Winnebago, an Econoline

I smell the lake on up aways

I know the exit and the parking place

We used to swim out in the sun

We were swimming out there under heaven

We were too young to have been unforgiven

Who are you to listen, who are you to care?

Just someone who knows me from anywhere

Where do we come from out of thin air?

I hear you whisper in the back of my hair