Lavender Fields in the Middle of a Drive

Crossing the water one way or another:
Three or four options without the
Impossible swim. I've taken Kansas
Off of the street with Carried On,
This is a Wayward Sun in my star
Gazing eyes. Do we nap on the way?
Nay, but the way back will be sleepy,
With the edges of a long day and 
A noisy car, and the sweet scent
Of the place hidden from the clouds
Where purple fields watch us
And know where we're going to be