Take Exit 97 - Wayne Kramer

Take exit 97

Drive towards the sun

Oil rigs and cactus flowers

Sidewinders make the run

See the mountains to the north of you

By the middle of the day

A disenfranchised gas station

With lizards on display

Take exit 97

To where the hills have eyes

Tattered desperadoes

Seek no compromise

A western movie hanging tree

Hearts that turn to stone

In the crapshoot of insanity

The winner stands alone

And now you’re close

You’re almost there

You’re getting oh so near

Now you’re close

You’re almost there

To the place beyond the fear

Take exit 97

The air smells like lead

Buildings burnt and skelatal

The windows blind and dead

The denizen’s profession

So painfully described

Will scatter grievous angels

With the dropping of a dime

Take exit 97

Along the boothill route

Where the mortality’s a razor’s edge

Bu truth is absolute

The steering wheels too hot to touch

And you ain’t got far to go

To the cold beer of destiny

In the valley far below

And now you’re close

You’re almost there

You’re getting oh so near

And now you’re close

You’re almost there

To the place beyond the fear