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 the 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 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 I feel 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?   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 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