Trucker's Atlas Songtext

von Mark Kozelek

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