Some People Do

A long stretch of highway reaches out across the plains

Open fields of Sagebrush scattered wild along the range

It's not the place to break down, just keep driving through

But why would you live here? Some people do

A white knuckle wind blows strong, ain't nothing to slow it down

I watched tumbleweeds race along this dry and barren ground

There's no sign of water and they could use an inch or two

To go weeks without it, some people do

In the middle of nowhere, nothing much to see

Somebody's everything, somebody, might be me

Total isolation in a world just passing through

Survivin' in the middle of nowhere, some people do

You know the winter is cold as hell with snow blowin' all around

Well, life comes to a standstill on this godforsaken ground

All roads are snowed in, good luck on getting out

But to the ones who live here, it ain't nothing to worry about

In the middle of nowhere, nothing much to see

Somebody's everything, somebody, might be me

Total isolation from the world just passing through

Survivin' in the middle of nowhere, some people do

In the sun, this is paradise, ain't having no other way

Family roots run deep in the ground and it's where they're gonna stay

When there's peace and solitude, worries out here are few

Livin'  in the middle of nowhere, some people do

A big, prairie moon comes up, a distant coyote howls

Echoes a song from another time, serenity sets in now

As I pull off to the side, take a deep breath in

Sure feels good to be back home, in the middle of nowhere again

In the middle of nowhere, nothing much to see

Somebody's everything, somebody, might be me

Total isolation from a world just passing through

Survivin' in the middle of nowhere, some people do

Survivin' in the middle of nowhere

Some people do