"The Vast Spoils Of America" lyrics

There's something sweet about seeing the world
There's something great about Kansas
It's like staring across an ocean
Like seeing the first stars burn white
Through the swamp and trees of Southern night
Oh, I'll always have those mornings in

California where the mountains climb so tall
And waves crash blue around you
When everyone's passed out in the van
And I'm the one driving through the land

Alone in open roading
Ted's out in the seat right next to me
He's drooling on his sleeve
Whoever made up open skies and two of the bluest eyes
Must be some young phenom

California where the mountains climb so tall
And waves crash blue around you
When everyone's passed out in the van
And I'm the one driving through the land

Sometimes taking off can open up your eyes
To everything that lies in your heart
That's when you miss your home
The trees seem a little deader

That's when you miss your home
Trees seem a little deader
Alright

I think we're getting back tonight
Would you care if I came over?
I've missed you about three weeks now
I'm dying just to taste your lips
Could we stomp around your back yard
And wreck our clothes in the mud?

California where the mountains climb so tall
And waves crash blue around you
When everyone's passed out in the van
And I'm the one driving through the land

Alright

So what the open road
So what damn the open road
Whoa