It got so crowded on the road I started driving in the sand
They were talking on the 9 and all across the Amy band
Then I heard the voices on a broadcast from up on the bird
I was driving doing nothing on the shores of Great Salt Lake
Across the road they were turning around and headed south with me
Just sitting there square
They've come so far, I've lived this long at least
They're gonna put it down
Saying hi, hi, hi, hi
The desert turned to mud, it seems that everybody heard
They're gonna put it down
When they put it on the air, I put it in the hammer lane
Everybody was remembering to forget they had the chills
Beneath the sky, sky, sky, sky
They got a ranch they call
Baking in the sun
My head was feeling scared but my heart was feeling free
I'm almost there to Vegas where they're puttin' on a show
Number Fifty-One
Right outta that ship
Into the lights
I forgot about all laws and I forgot about the rain
And step outside
Right on the strip
I soon forgot myself and I forgot about the brake
You can't see it at all
They were getting interviewed by some good man whose name was Bill
'Less your flying by
On the Vegas strip
They're gonna put it down
