Wheels against the sky, Mendocino highway
Undiscovered groves of Manzanita trees
We look up and lay, through skies of grey
Saw the daylight fill the canopy

Met a Fresno man, drinking on his garage
He spoke of rock clubs lost to history
His son's in a band whose gear all got lifted
He's counting cans down at the factory

All the time he spends driving with the wind in his hair
All the time he spends dreaming, shoulda got him somewhere

I'm North of the city whenever I can
Wake up where the redwoods meet ocean sand
Climb on those branches, splash in those waves
Wild and thrashing like a rattle snake

All the time I spend driving with the wind in my hair
All the time I spend dreaming shoulda got me somewhere

The Interstates twisting, all over her flesh
Fires are burning up swaths of the West
They say we'll rebuild, and we always will
Leave time to work, leave time to kill

Leave the time to go driving, with the wind our hair
All the while we'll be dreaming, to keep going somewhere

Our house in Sea Ranch, is shaped to the land
Sanded and greyed by the wind and sea
If I should die, somewhere far away
Bring the urn here when you scatter me

All the time I spent driving, with the wind in my hair
All the time I spent dreaming shoulda got me somewhere"