Greyhound tires eat Kansas wheat
Map spreads out on vinyl seat
Creased lines glow where headlights meet
Old ink wakes on the empty street
Fingers trace the blue vein lines
Flashbulb pops in dull confine
Overpass in darkness shines
Paper ghosts draw new design
Paper map glows on the dash
Coastal steel drinks pale light
Eighty-two reveals the path
Camera clicks through the night
Salt wind cuts through cracked window
Lens captures what headlights know
Map ink bleeds a cobalt glow
Highway arches vast and slow
Fingers trace the blue vein lines
Flashbulb pops in dull confine
Overpass in darkness shines
Paper ghosts draw new design
Paper map glows on the dash
Coastal steel drinks pale light
Eighty-two reveals the path
Camera clicks through the night
Tide pools reflect the folded square
Road jumps gaps in silver air
Map shows turns that aren't quite there
Runaway eyes see everywhere
Paper map glows on the dash
Coastal steel drinks pale light
Eighty-two reveals the path
Camera clicks through the night
Dawn breaks on the Pacific rim
Paper folds grow pale and thin
But the route stays burned within
Every mile a photographed grin
Paper map glows on the dash
Coastal steel drinks pale light
Eighty-two reveals the path
Camera clicks through the night
Negative strips dry on the line
Map and coast now intertwine
Nineteen eighty-two was mine
Light still walks the overpass line
Paper map glows on the dash
Coastal steel drinks pale light
Eighty-two reveals the path
Camera clicks through the night
Paper map glows on the dash
Negative dries the light holds fast
Paper overpass built to last
