Pan American Highway Frank Black and the Catholics

I finally got my turn down at St. Elizabeth's
The moment I left, my heart started to yearn
She said "Let's get going" and we boarded a train
And rode out of that rain
On the long way home

In Nebraska's panhandle we shouted and we cried
The unidentified left our brains in a scramble
To the sea and the foam of St. Fran' we did run
Into the setting sun
On the long way home

I woke up in the canyons above the lagoons
A trumpeted tune echoed there was my fun (?)
Though I was still not grown I knew it was almost time
To find another pastime
On the long way home

So I packed up my gun and I got on the plane
A million roads far below me like veins
One capillary led to a drummer I know
He played the cocktail lounge
On the long way home

We're going back to New England 'cause we're living on the run
Now we're going to California to make us some mon'
Maybe one day we'll make Omaha home
But for now the Great Plains forever we'll roam