Lyrics

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