Text: Terry Allen. Human Remains. Wilderness Of This World.

There?s an old shoe
Out on the highway
Tells us of the Wilderness of this World

And an old dirt floor
Moves under me and you
Tells us of the Wilderness of this World
And the moon falls
Down on a highway
An that highway crawls
Cross the desert below
Like a sad song
You can?t stop dancin to
Tells us of the Wilderness of this World

And the desert falls
Down on the ocean
And that motion is all
We?ll ever knowIt just keeps on spinning
This bunch of dancin fools
Run crazy across the Wilderness of this World
Yeah
Run crazy across the Wilderness of this World
There?s an old shoe
Out on the highway