Travel by land
Never too slow
Phone poles and corn fields
Passing row by row
Quarters for the payphone
Fingers fumbling numb
Listen for that dialtone
And drop 'em one by one
Drop them one by one
Drop them one by one
That smiles a wide horizon
I could take that either way
No paradise is calling
So I think I'd rather stay
In some seedy hotel room
On the outskirts of town
In sleep there's no slumber
In dreams I will drown
Travel by land
Travel by land
Jonah: banjo, guitar, vocals | Scott: bass, harmonies | James: drums, harmonies