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Valleys and plains
Through the windows of a car
Slums and skyscrapers
From the seat of a traveling vessel
I’ve had conversations in the front seats
About the mysteries of the world
Passion in back seats
That would have shaken the earth
If shocks were not suspending me from the ground
Fill it with gas and point it in a direction
The car doesn’t care who you are
The car has the ability to make someone who lives inAmerica
Into an American
With a little time
And a change of scenery