Sun Kil Moon - Trucker's Atlas lyrics

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-f**ing-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-f**ing-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