Nosebleed Seats

There's a welcome sign The slogan is insincere If they built the interstate at a recent date They wouldn't build it here We're a hundred miles from the closest town A nosebleed seat where your world spins out of the shot I never gave it a thought I got my wind knocked out Where all the windmills crowd The greatest view from a while To the passerby Glad for a road this clear To roll through the state at a decent rate by the startled deer And the drive won't stop 'til the third world war When the streams run dry or a similar sort of event I'll never see them again I got my wind knocked out Where all the windmills crowd The greatest view from a while