It's so strange, travelling.
We make our territories. We call them by different names.
We treat them differently. As if they were islands in a vast ocean.
Though we all know that's not true. We all know the land is one in the same.
Yet you cross those invisible lines traced upon the ground,
And everything looks, feels, and seems different.
It's as if a few miles could change everything.
The clouds over Oklahoma are unique beyond measure,
That's all I have to say.
We make our territories. We call them by different names.
We treat them differently. As if they were islands in a vast ocean.
Though we all know that's not true. We all know the land is one in the same.
Yet you cross those invisible lines traced upon the ground,
And everything looks, feels, and seems different.
It's as if a few miles could change everything.
The clouds over Oklahoma are unique beyond measure,
That's all I have to say.
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