some people do

a long stretch of highway, reaches out across the plains, open fields of sagebrush, scattered wild a long the range, it's not the place to breakdown, just keep driving through, but why would you live here?, some people do, white knuckle wind blows strong, ain't nothing to slow it down, i watch tumbleweeds race, along this dry and barren ground, there's no sign of water, and they could use an inch or two, to go weeks without it, some people do, in the middle of nowhere, nothing much to see, it's somebody's everything, somebody might be me, total isolation, in a world just passing through, surviving in the middle of nowhere, some people do, you know the winter is cold as hell, snow falling all around, life comes to a standstill, on this godforsaken ground, all roads were snowed in, good luck with getting out, to the ones who live here, it ain't nothing to worry about, you'll never know it, ain't nothing much to see, it's somebody's everything, somebody might be me, total isolation, from a world just passing through, surviving in the middle of nowhere, some people do, in the sun this is paradise, it had it no other way, family roots run deep in the ground, and it's where they're gonna stay, when there's peace and solitude, worries out here are few, living in the middle of nowhere, some people do, a big prairie moon comes up, a distant coyote howls, echoes a song from another time, serenity sets in now, as i pull off to the side, take a deep breath in, sure feels good to be back home, in the middle of nowhere again, in the middle of nowhere, nothing much to see, somebody's everything, somebody might be me, total isolation, in a world just passing through, surviving in the middle of nowhere, some people do, surviving in the middle of nowhere, some people do