Must be the longitude
Or the latitude
Of West Texas
Really lifts a mood
Shifts an attitude
A true nexus
I returned from the desert
With a souvenir
A head that was
Oh, so clear
And the road back
Was straight and flat
And didn’t interfere
I think I’ll cock my hat
Next time I’m up at bat
And aim for the junipers
The junipers
There’s an interlude of certitude
And gratitude that waits for you in West Texas
A reassessment of the magnitude
Gets me talking in platitudes
In servitude to communal solitude
In West Texas
And the starry, starry, starry nights
They make me say, “Dude, dude”
Whosoever is delighted with solitude
Is either a wild beast, a wild beast
A wild beast, or a god
Bacon said that
And the road back
Is straight and flat
And doesn’t interfere
With love from West Texas
Love from West Texas