Trucker's Atlas - Sun Kil Moon

Going to Colorado

To unload my head

Going to New York City

That’s in New York, friends

I’m going to Arizona

Sex on the rocks all warm and red

And we all bled

Going up to Alaska

Gonna 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 the 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

Going up over to Montana

Got yourself a trucker’s atlas

You knew you were all hot

Maybe you’ll go and blow a gasket

Start at the northwest corner

Go down through California

Beeline you might drive three days

Three nights to the tip of Florida

I’m going to Colorado

To unload my head

I’m going to New York City

That’s in New York, friends

Going up to Alaska

Gonna get off scot-fucking-free

And we all did

Going up over to Montana

Got yourself a trucker’s atlas

You knew you were all hot

Maybe you’ll go and blow a gasket

Start at the northwest corner

Go down through California

Beeline you might drive three days

Three nights to the tip of Florida