We watched the blood red sun
set on the Crossroads of America
Karla sang with John Mellencamp 
Pink Houses blasting from the radio  
We drove past unsung heroes living ordinary lives
Pulling shifts in motels, malls and bars 
Working to survive

We passed through
mid-size, Midwest cities
where confidence and hope
are things of the past 
We passed through
mid-size, Midwest cities
Through the land of the weary
and the home of the damned

Tacos kept us fed driving down the I-94 
eyes glued to the road
Top down, wind in our hair 
Adventures waiting to unfold 
With every stop and every stay 
Met so many souls along the way
the same old story, long hours
and no decent pay

We passed through
mid-size, Midwest cities
where confidence and hope
are things of the past 
We passed through
mid-size, Midwest cities
Through the land of the weary
and the home of the damned

It broke our hearts to see
what was built over centuries
fall apart
before our eyes

We passed through
mid-size, Midwest cities
where confidence and hope
are things of the past 
We passed through
mid-size, Midwest cities
Through the land of the weary
and the home of the damned