Trucker's Atlas

I'm going to colorado

To unload my head

I'm going to new york city

And that's in new york,friends

I'm going to arizona

Sex on the rocks all warm and red

And we bled

And the writing in stall said

"we write our maps in the stalls"

I'm going up to alaska

I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free

And we all did

This truckers atlas roads the ways

The freeways and highways don't know

The buzz from the bird on my dash

Road locomotive phone

I don't feel and it feels great

I sold my atlas by the freight stairs

I do lines and i crossed roads

I crossed the lines of all the great state roads

I'm going up

Going over to montana

You got yourself a trucker's atlas

You knew you were all hot, well

Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket

Start at the northwest corner

Go down through california

Beeline you might drive three days

And three nights to the tip of florida

Do you speak the lingo?

Oh no. no no

How far does your road?

Oh no, you don't know

I'm going to colorado

To unload my head

I'm going to new york city

And that's in new york, friends

I'm going up to alaska

I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free

And we all did

And the writing in the salt syas

We ride on out to the stars

I'm going to arizona

Sex on the rocks all warm and red