the full rage of kansas turns loose upon us.

On the mexican radio station

they are singing Espiritu de mis suenos

and that is exactly it tonight.

The spirit of my dreams

rises in the storm like vapor^1.

Deep clouds bulge^{2 together and below them}

we are a tiny constellation^{3 of lights}

the car laid under sheets of lightning

moving straight in to the night.

Before us are miles and miles of water and wind