Lyrics:

Behind him a dark and dead econo-lodge
And a white Ford Econoline
The lighted interchange asleep
Somewhere good from somewhere cheap
Promises and notions
Staring at his shoes untied
In the middle of the continent
He's as sad as any oil stain
He'd give anything to roll again
Just a little forward motion

Tell all your friends
all of your friends
You're living better than them
You live by the ocean
You live in the land of the Grateful Dead
Why oh why wouldn't anyone want
To live by the ocean
Why oh why wouldn't anyone want
To leave the Midwest

How long's he been on the other side
On the inside looking out and back
Making sense of the empty stands
Swinging late for his old man
It's why he's always joking
You can laugh it off
you run out of room
And there's a desk where you can compromise
Receipts mistakes and polaroids
What's left what's destroyed
Everything under the sun

Tell all your friends
all of your friends
You're living better than them
You live by the ocean
You live in the land of the Grateful Dead
Why oh why wouldn't anyone want
To live by the ocean
Why oh why wouldn't anyone want
To leave the Midwest