A bottle rocket shot out of a backstreet lot

Trucks up on blocks the empties knocking around

In the back as we rush straight through the speedway

After the manic landscape blur

Of the flyover states

Suddenly it's so clear the rest falls away 

And I'm back in this country of two


Where'm I going where'm I coming from

I've been a faceless waitress 

And data-collecting something

Someplace off the freeway

It doesn't matter what I do 

To pay for the days

The only thing that's real

The only place that's home is here in this country of two


Oh, the scenery comes and the scenery goes

And morning feels like the afternoon

But I don't feel foreign or confused anymore

In this placeless place I found with you

The sound of cars comes crashing in

To this glass-walled box up on the hill

But I'll never tire of the rhythm that it brings

To this placeless place you found me in

Oh these stars and stripes are just sickle-celled

Hammer-headed sharks and we will remain apart.

These stars and stripes are just sickle-celled

Hammer-headed sharks and we will remain apart