Steinbeck went looking with a dog. Kuralt took the back roads. I take the rails — out past the last exit with a name you'd know, where the grain elevators keep their lonesome watch and the all-night café burns its light for nobody, into the America that does the work and was never once asked to smile for it.
Ain't that America. Home of the free.
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[ Part two — the meaning. What the scene says about the country, the work, the going. Land it on the refrain. ]
Always moving — closer to the sun.
[ Part one. ]
[ Part two — close on the refrain. ]
Always moving — closer to the sun.
[ Part one. ]
[ Part two — close on the refrain. ]
Always moving — closer to the sun.
[ Part one. ]
[ Part two — close on the refrain. ]
Always moving — closer to the sun.
Always moving — closer to the sun.