Eisenhower is the father of the interstate highway systemnAnd my song is just a way to pay a little tribute to himnOn that road my true love and I rode from Ohio to PittsburghnAnd our separate cars gave me the time to think of ways to try and kill/kiss himnOur separate hearts beat out of time without someone to find the rhythmnWhen we held last night I thought I felt them simultaneously clickin'nnI've got a thought in my head -nWould it really be so badnIf the tire explodednOr if the car ran out of gas?nWould it be so so horrible nIf we had to miss a few shows becausenThe car broke down in the countrysidenAnd we had to spend the night there?nAnd would it be oh-unbearable nIf we misplaced all our clothes whennWe swam in the river and we had to hang out nin nothing but our underwear?nAnd would it be totally terriblenIf we got a few hours off track whennWe fell asleep in the grass at the rest stop where I once readnnEisenhower is the father of the interstate highway systemnAnd so this song is just a way to say a little thank you (Thank you!) to himnOn that road my true love and I rode from New York to TorontonOur separate cars gave me the time to think of ways I could enthrall himnOur separate hearts beat out of time without someone to bang the bongosnOn the last night I said, I know you know exactly how my song goesnnWould you think it was stupid of menTo suggest that we don't get any sleepnEven though we're getting up a six AM nTo drive all the way to MichigannI've got a song in my heardnIt says it better than I ever could havenBecause I'd love just once to see younI'd love just once to see you (I'd love just once to see you)nI'd love just once to see you (I'd love just once to see you)nI'd love just once to see you in the noon.