after all this time in the turn lane 
some of the lights should line up
pressin flesh of my face on the windowpane
throwin piss from the window in a paper cup

every mile that I drive puts a knot in my back
and I've 4 more hours to go
drive through food in a paper sack
in my mouth to my gullet below 

drivin cross the country wakin up in a different state
copper pulled me over for the tags on my rear plate
tenessee to new jersey 10 hick towns on the way
change the clock and set my watch bout every other day

rollin again and it's midnight
I prefer the sun to streetlights
deadlines looming overhead
mashin on the gas with a foot of lead

sleep begins to cover my eyes 
and I fear it'll win this fight
better find a greasy spoon
a beacon in this night

waitresses break mah heart and try to slow my roll
trucker speed and bammer weed weigh heavy on my soul
morning comes too quickly grind the gears and the journey begins
picked jesus up hitchhiking, he absolved me of my sins

and I sat there, just sort of staring off at 
the horizon. not really thinking of much of
anything at all... it makes the drive longer
when you think too much... I turned back
to my right to say something, but he was gone...
and that sone of a bitch stole my last package 
of mini thins...

jesus is a trucker dispatched by the lord above
he's got the finest thorn mesh hat that fits him like a glove
he'll save your soul, and make you smile, with a heart so full of glee
but don't turn your back on the son of a bitch or you'll end up just like me

see jesus stole my caffine he laughs with lives at stake
stole my drugs at midnight and I could not stay awake
Hit a pylon doing 95, I guess it was my loss
if you ask me, I wish he'd had stayed up on that cross