(I once drove across the country with a woman I hardly knew, with this slightly humorous result.)

We’re driving coast to coast
O’er mountains bare and dry;
Each morning eggs and toast,
And coffee for each eye.

Yes, we’re driving coast to coast
O’er plains that are just that;
Got bags and bags of goodies
And a funny singing cat.

We’ve talked about ‘most everything
That man has ever known,
And solved the world’s problems
Without the use of a phone.

Oh, we’re driving coast to coast
Through wind and phew! of cows.
By god! we’re going faster now,
No time for any bows!

But when we do arrive there—
Wherever that may be—
Know this: th’ only reason we’re stopping
Is the land ends at the sea.