A geodesic dome that Buckminster Fuller built
Is gonna be torn down, they’re protesting every Thursday
But they’re probably gonna lose it, it’s gonna be a Walgreens
There’s an Eckerd’s ‘cross the street, but they gotta be able to
Sell a trillion pills, in this new way it is
On the way somewhere, on the way someplace else
In the land of the great in-between

Well I might be getting old but I like looking
At old kinds of things, I just passed an old Cadillac
With fins on the back, I thought Gene Vincent
Or Mel Tillis himself might step out
On the way somewhere
On the way someplace else

And now I’m ridin’ on the highway
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Two girls up front, two pretty girls in back with me
We’re passing the farm, some lady used to own
The land got taken away, lady’s son was growing dope
Five plants, or maybe ‘bout a pound
My cleaning lady used to buy her shit out there

Someone’s stalking the chick on the news again
Well what do you expect
The stuff she wears and her face and her hair
And she goes out at night, and her voice cuts like chains in the midnight air

And if the dreams are scary, and last all morning
At least the dreams are coming back
Even if they’re rusted out, or rotted out or cheap
Like the stuff in those hot dusty yard sales
Crying like a widow

On the way somewhere, on the way someplace else
In the land of the great in-between….

(lyrics: Dan Bern)