The View

No mountains to obscure the view
So you and I can watch the power lines recede
Endlessly
While we wait for rain to repaint the brown fields shades of green
We'll moo out the window at the
Happily grazing cows
And leave them slightly amused
Drink our bottled water and stare out at the vineyards
And wonder if it's Merlot or Cabernet

Soaring down the I-5 corridor
Retracing old tracks
Making our own laughs
Scenic routes are such a bore
Only good for someone
Who can't make their own fun
Even the mile markers are entertaining

I guess the smog obscures the view
But you and I can still watch the cornfields recede
Endlessly
While we wait for rain to repaint the brown sky shades of blue
We'll laugh out the window at the
Speeders who got caught
And leave the CHiPs slightly amused
Drink our chocolate shakes and stare out at the vineyards
And wonder if it's Rose or Pinot Noir

Soaring down the I-5 corridor
Retracing old tracks
Making our own laughs
Scenic routes are such a bore
Only good for someone
Who can't make their own fun
Even the truck drivers are entertaining

No forests to obscure the view
So you and I can watch the fenceposts recede
Endlessly
While we wait for rain to repaint the brown car shades of gold
We'll wave out the window at the
Convoy of Marines
And leave them slightly amused
Drink our Dr. Pepper and stare out at the vineyards
And wonder if it's Bordeaux or Chardonnay

Soaring down the I-5 corridor
Retracing old tracks
Making our own laughs
Scenic routes are such a bore
Only good for someone
Who can't make their own fun
Even the city names are entertaining

Welcome to Yolo, Weed, and Yreka,
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