Flat

In the early part of the 20th Century,
deep inside the American wilderness,
in the state of Kansas — 82, 000 square miles of flat —
there were two automobile cars.
On July 5th 1904 they ran into each other.
Hey-ho, what do we know?!
I thought I heard STOP but I mighta said GO.
Some reason I thought about you and me.
I remember the day as if my life was flat.
I looked up and there you were.
I said to myself, Look out honey, here I come!
Hey-ho, what do we know?!
I thought I heard STOP but I mighta said GO.
Flat is all that I see.
Flat is all that I see.
The train came back.
It swallowed up the track.
Now flat is all that I see.
Flat is all that I see.
What do we know?!
I thought I heard STOP but I mighta said GO.
In the days you been gone I thought about them two cars.
Weather conditions had been reasonable, visibility fine.
I said to myself, What was it? An idea whose time had come?
Or maybe it had, it had just seemed like a good idea at the time?
Hey-ho, what do we know?!
I thought I heard STOP but I mighta said GO.
Hey-ho, what do we know?!
I thought I heard STOP but I mighta said GO.