Left Bartow down big

Quick pit in Gatlinburg

Hit Maysville full on sick

 

Splashed some water on my face

And I was back to running

 

All cash no credit

Hard up to find a room

I went the northern route

 

Pints on the floorboard

The enchanted highway is real

 

Somewheres just shy of Bozeman

I took the belt off to see how it worked

Waited for the median to disappear

 

UFO’s on the AM call in

Coast to Coast and way the fuck out

Turn my volume up

 

Time passes the shows over

I’m tired of being tired

 

Aliens are out there

We laughed together at the humans

As I buckled back up and drove on