I drove with you through Craters of the Moon
We fought about the air conditioning
We didn’t know your time was comin’ soon
If we had we might have acted differently
Well anyway, we had the windows down
And the lava rocks were sharp against the sky
I couldn’t tell pahoehoe from a’a
Looking back on that I can’t imagine why

All the while
The ground itself had bubbled
Beneath our feet
A hundred miles down
Eight hundred thousand years ago
Its molten heat
Had burned a steady pilgrimage to Yellowstone
Having lifted up the Cascades and melted Idaho
Where you and I, we fought about the radio
At Craters of the Moon

I knew I’d have to tell this to you soon
I still tell you things, even though you’re gone
It’s Spring, I’m driving back across the moon
As I make my way without you to Oregon
I think how we were never close nor really far
Though I was sitting right beside you in the car
Yeah, I was horny, lost and self-effacing
You just stared, slack-jawed at God’s creation

We didn’t know
–Lord, how could we have known?
That death was bubbling up from underneath your skin
And we didn’t know
–Lord, how could we have known?
That love could make me a stranger to my own blood kin

No, like everybody else, we drove to Yellowstone
To see the sleeping giant for five minutes and go home
And then you went home to North Dakota
And so did I, was sittin’ right beside you
And now I drive West to Portland, Oregon
Cos there are things you just beat up until they’re gone
Like how you went home to Heaven without me
And how I’m driving in a car that is empty


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