At the hundredth meridian

Driving down a corduroy road
Weeds standing shoulder high
Ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance

At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin

Left alone to get gigantic
Hard, huge and haunted
A generation so much dumber than its' parents came
Crashing through the window
A raven strains along the line of the road
Carrying a muddy, old skull
The wires whistle their approval
Off down the distance

At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin

I remember, I remember Buffalo and I remember Hengelo
It would seem to me I remember every
Single buckin thing I know

If I die of vanity, promise me, promise me
They bury me someplace I don't want to be
You'll dig me up and transport me, unceremoniously
Away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees
Whispers of disease and the acts of enormity
And lower me slowly, sadly and properly
Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy