This is my first rodeo I'm holding on tight To the rope Don't know which Way this will go An aisle at the convenience store Shoelace gray lottery floor It feels like I've been here before The clerk is a man behind glass Behind his eyes is the past Behind him the local news broadcast There are only two ways you can go Away from or back to your home So I picture a gigantic road Where everyone walks to the sun oh This is my first rodeo I'm holding on tight to the rope Don't know which way this will go I happened on breakfast downstairs My mom and my brother are there Cinnamon toast in the air The dogs are out back in the snow TV, the clock radio Everything talks in its home As the months are zoomed too far in These pages are pages I've read And the places are places I've been Oh And today is the same as the rest But sure it's shaped nonetheless So I stand up and drop off my plate Push out the door to the front gate And I'll ride a bus out of town I feel my feet moving me down The bus lifting up off the ground Then the thoughts come And go for awhile The parking lot fades into sight The path to the beach in the streetlight The door pulls the bus driver's hand The curb pushes up to the sand I step into an alien land Oh Where the sand brush and Snow dunes descend And ice water ocean begins And I think I can see to the end The winging the light in the wind