Roads run away to reflected glare nNo use the map pocked with coffee stains nCrumpled in my lap all that still remains nOf the course which yesterday seemed to funnel the very air nnStraight through Sioux Falls in the caves and you've seen the buffalo nSioux Falls in the days you knew your words you knew where to go nnCrease of the page new rip in the script nJars us awake from dreaming now to sew or not to sew nAnd I can hear your silence screaming who are we to know nIn this day and age navigation’s been outstripped by these roads nnWill any find the riversides of Sioux Falls and you've seen the harvest nOpen skies solid walls and no need for east or west nSaloons of Sioux Falls and you've seen the cavalry nDrinking with Boone Davy and Paul singing songs of liberty nnMe and my Rolls Royce we took the long way home nSo many perfect names ringing of distant shores and beginners luck nBut they all looked the same tired thrift stores too many trucks nAll drowning out your voice over the pay phone nnWhat're you saying nWhat is it you’re saying nI can’t tell what you're saying nnPut down the phone and lets get married Babe nJust look at us falling prey nTo a country's worth of window shopping nAnd what are we looking for nI'll pick you up no sense in stopping nWe’ll push on against the sun up to the shore nOnto the ferry nThen away we'll sail away nnWe’ll sail to Sioux Falls yeah nWe’ll sail to Sioux Falls yeah nWe’ll sail to Sioux Falls yeah nWe’ll sail to Sioux Falls nnCrumpled in my lap all that still remains nOf the course which yesterday seemed to funnel the very air nn