Well the big huge valley is a ribbon of light The aqueducts are snakes tonight The stars are homesteaders, staking claims My head is hopping with historical names Transfer trucks are buffalos Chewing up this desert road Yes and I am nothing especially Just an uptight man on a useless journey And the oil is pumping up out of the dirt Yeah, the virile dinosaurs continue to squirt And the mountains lay like croaker sacks Yeah, the global forces sculpt with tectonic panache And the crop duster flies Through those blackish skies She ain't on the clock She's a-banking in, she's a-pulling out Her propeller eyes are on the wind sock Well the big huge valley is on a respirator Life juices pumped from up in the Sierras The almond trees battle their own disease The hay is jaundiced and those raisins wheeze Cattle march under the knife Yes, I do believe the big doctor is sweating up a storm tonight Yes, I do believe the big doctor is sweating up a storm Sweating up a storm tonight