They say that Reno has got it made
we can stay here at the circus
we can be our own parade
but a tiger in its cage is missing teeth
It’s made of paper skin and fury
with no reason to believe
and it dreams of southeast asia
and the mist between the trees
and the blood of the barasingha
flowing eastward to the sea
but i’m stuck here on the south of nothing new
I wish that I was driving
through Nevada with you

somewhere north of Vegas there’s a ranch
a thousand dusty miles
of empty gypsum flats
in the time before there was a lake
the same unchanging surface
between here and Utah state
Now the screams of jet propulsion
crack the sky and make it shake
as i watch the cars roll by
heading east on the interstate
I wish that I could have that point of view
i wish that i was driving
through Nevada with you

i could dream a highway in my mind
It’s rolling through the mountains
to where the rivers all unwind
though i don’t know all their names
i’m certain they know mine
‘cause the water has a way
of remembering the time
but there’s nothing i can say to make it true
i wish i was that river
winding its way back to you

I could make it down to the inland sea
I could float on down on the Jordan
all the way to Galilee
your hand in mine we walk across
on a stretch of highway 93
that time and space have lost
just to watch the sun rise over
All the mountains, salt and dust
where they come to know the difference
between belief and trust
and there’s nothing much in common with the two
and i wish that i was driving
through nevada with you

i could dream a highway in my mind
rolling through the mountains
To where the rivers all unwind
though i don’t know all their names
I’m certain they know mine
‘cause the water has a way
of remembering the time
there’s nothing i can say or make or do
i wish i was that river
winding its way back to you
There’s nothing i can say would make it true
I wish that i was driving
Through Nevada with you