some people do

a long stretch of highway

reaches out across the plains

open fields of sagebrush

scattered wild a long the range

it's not the place to breakdown

just keep driving through

but why would you live here?

some people do

white knuckle wind blows strong

ain't nothing to slow it down

i watch tumbleweeds race

along this dry and barren ground

there's no sign of water

and they could use an inch or two

to go weeks without it

some people do

in the middle of nowhere

nothing much to see

it's somebody's everything

somebody might be me

total isolation

in a world just passing through

surviving in the middle of nowhere

some people do

you know the winter is cold as hell

snow falling all around

life comes to a standstill

on this godforsaken ground

all roads were snowed in

good luck with getting out

to the ones who live here

it ain't nothing to worry about

you'll never know it

ain't nothing much to see

it's somebody's everything

somebody might be me

total isolation

from a world just passing through

surviving in the middle of nowhere

some people do

in the sun this is paradise

it had it no other way

family roots run deep in the ground

and it's where they're gonna stay

when there's peace and solitude

worries out here are few

living in the middle of nowhere

some people do

a big prairie moon comes up

a distant coyote howls

echoes a song from another time

serenity sets in now

as i pull off to the side

take a deep breath in

sure feels good to be back home

in the middle of nowhere again

in the middle of nowhere

nothing much to see

somebody's everything

somebody might be me

total isolation

in a world just passing through

surviving in the middle of nowhere

some people do

surviving in the middle of nowhere

some people do