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 scott-fucking-free and we all did
 This trucker's atlas roads the ways
 The freeways and highways don't know
 The buzz from the bird on my dash
 Road, locomotive, phone
 This trucker's 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, oh no
 Do you speak the lingo?
 No, no
 How far does your road go?
 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 scott-fucking-free, and we all did
 And the writing in the salt says
 We ride on out to the stars
 I'm going to Arizona
 Sex on the rocks all warm and red and we all bled
 This trucker's atlas roads the ways
 The freeways and highways don't know
 The buzz from the bird on my dash
 Road, locomotive, phone
 This trucker's 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