A Land Called "Way Out There" - Tom Russell

James Dean died 'neath the tree of heaven

Near the old Jack Ranch Café Brother Donald Turnipspeed must have

Looked the wrong damn way

Oh, that German Porsche was burning

As the hawks took to the air

Forty miles from Paso Robles, in a land

Called, 'Way out there'

In a land called, 'way out there' my brothers

In a land called, 'way out there'

Forty miles from Paso Robles

In a land called, 'way out there'

Come look outside the window, mama

Something wicked this way comes

The carnival is breaking ground

With its roustabouts and bums

And the hoochie koochie dancing girls

With the sawdust in their hair

And the band played John Phillip Sousa

In a land called, 'Way out there'

All we’ve learned about love and violence

Comes from bibles and movie magazines

But what goes down in the trenches, baby

It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen

People tearing people up, good God

It makes me scared

Heaven take me beyond all this

To a land called, 'Way up there'