you'll take the ride to leave this town   along that yellow line   you'll find the life on the outside      you can't deny; the walk's too long   you'll get there in half the time   if you take a seat on the shotgun side      tahoma calls   it's waitin' there to get rid of us all   when the big one comes better pray the car don't stall      better hop on in   the pass will close if the clouds start rollin' in   can't take the thought of bein' stuck again      (constanst sampling of a travel route from washington to idaho)