Simple man with simple pleasures/why do you seek this desert/or is it that you seek the shelter or privacy and faith/the school house down the old dirt road/the community's deemed valuable/has a class of ten that never grows, it makes me sad to say That everytime I ride these highways, I wonder why my heart breaks/I wish that I was anywhere else with anyone but you Everytime I pass these canyons, I'm deadned by the static/the radio always knows how to set the mood Your giddy girls they grow their gardens/Their cheeks are red their hair is parted/but give it time their hearts will harden, the same as yours once did/They'll become mother someday soon,they'll pass the torch to someone new/they'll raise them in the sunday school, tradition always wins That everytime I ride these highways, I wonder why my heart breaks/I wish that I was anywhere else with anyone but you Everytime I pass these canyons, I'm deadend by the static/the radio always knows how to set the mood