Whole Lot Of Nothing

Theres a whole lot of nothing,
Out here in between us,
Silent oceans deep with sand,
Rolling waves of grey,
The tires and I are moaning to the concrete like a lover,
Northbound 64

Theres a whole lot of empty,
Out here in between us,
One less Airstream cowboy camp,
A ghost that we give up,
The FM exhales static while the DJ plays our song,
From 1964

This cant be the middle of nowhere,
Though weve travelled so far,
I can see the middle of nowhere,
Through the hole in your heart,
the hole in your heart.

Theres a whole lot of sunrise,
East of this horizon,
These endless waves of sand,
Are rolling by like years,
Can love breathe in this great ocean smile and ferry us in silence?
Out on 64

This cant be the middle of nowhere,
Sacred high road through the dust,
I can see the middle of nowhere,
Rising up in front of us,
in front of us