Number Six Driver

The good news out here on the highway

Is the speed limit's just a suggestion

But the bad news out here on the highway

Is I'm praying for some two-car congestion

It's the path of least resistance

I can measure my distance by a marathon runner's nightmare

I've got two states behind me,

I don't need you to remind me I'm still not getting anywhere

And there's a cold wind blowin' in Wyoming

'Cause there's no-one here to tell it otherwise

And free hot coffee for the number six driver

Virginia in my eyes. Virginia in my eyes.

There are wires in the middle of an ocean

Making static and electric noise

But I can talk to you across an ocean

Making far away human voices

But I cannot see the morning

and the vision I am forming's of a long-locked, never-ending night

I've got two states behind me, and I'm needing you to find me

And deliver me clean and whole, and morning bright

And there's a cold wind blowin' in Wyoming

'Cause there's no-one here to tell it otherwise

And free hot coffee for the number six driver

Virginia in my eyes. Virginia in my eyes.

Well the good news out here on the highway

Is that everything in life is a suggestion

But the bad news alone on the highway

Is each question just begs another question

And there's a cold wind blowin' in Wyoming

'Cause there's no-one here to tell it otherwise

And free hot coffee for the number six driver

Virginia in my eyes. Virginia in my eyes.