We sped through Iowan fields
The corn waved us in like marathon crowds
We were on the inside
Happily ready to lay down and die
Any day, any day
After this will only disappoint

We pitched the tent
And in our heads
Tomorrow would never come
No going back
Nothing called home

Only our faith in the wind
We were on the inside
Happily ready to lay down and die
Any day, any day
After this will only disappoint

(Unintelligible)
We dared to catch the bullet
Of time between our teeth

We gave the dark
A sidelong glance
We danced among
(Unintelligible)

Any day after this will somehow seem amiss

We sped through Iowan fields

We pitched the tent
Ate our beans with our hands


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The Motorcycle Song song meanings
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