The Latter Teens

Out of the highways That span to the seas The one that I'd take Never stops in between A whole 3000 mile road With one brief pause in Yellowstone If the day comes In which you decide You wanna waste some And go for a drive Well, I'll be ready when you call For Highway 20 in the fall We'd be the quintessential leads Who found love in the latter teens I guess we'll wait and see Specific shores wet The terminus lies Pacific Northwest The end of the ride With rolls of photos to compile We won't see oceans for a while From Massachusettes The lights all went down Across the US The cities and towns The main spots I consider home The Rust Belt and the driftless zone The way you thought your life might be It fell apart in the latter teens It always gets to me