Summer Days, I'll Follow The Back Roads

And Walk Past A Cabin Among The Weeds

A Flash Of Sun From Off His Hammer

The Pounding Echo Of A Crazy Dream



He's Never Seen The Deep, Blue Ocean

Just A Couple Of Sad, Old, Dusty Farms

But Now He Talks Of One Obsession

A Boat He Calls The "Lost Prarie Star"



Couldn't You See That Rain Pouring Down

And Me Right Here Inside My Boat

Sailing Away To From This Watery Town

And Finally Catch That Breeze

Hundreds Of Miles From Any Ocean,

Dreaming Of Open Seas



Upon The Sea Of South Dakota

Floating Past The Bank And The General Store

With Island Rooftops Barely Showing

Waves Breaking On The Badland Shore



There Isn't Much Here For Adventure

So Run Aground Between Two County Lines

I Think He's Searching For Direction

In The Pull Of Some Imagined Tide



Couldn't You See That Rain Pouring Down

And Me Right Here Inside My Boat

Sailing Away From This Watery Town

And Finally Catch That Breeze

Hundreds Of Miles From Any Ocean,

Dreaming Of Open Seas



Hundreds Of Miles From Any Ocean,

Dreaming Of Open Seas