The only gods this road has ever known

 

On a dark and lonely highway
destination unknown
my company are the ghosts
haunting the open road

High beams challenging
the painted white line
engine fighting for every mile

rock music, burning oil, and wind
are the only gods this road has ever known

In the rear view mirror
my sins fall behind
laying scattered across the center divide
it's hasta la vista and sayonara
but enough is enough and now I'm free

Stuck in a one horse town
rings all burnt and head gasket blown
sleeping in the back and pumping gas
working for money pretending to be people

The waitress at the diner sleeping with me
just cause she knows I don't give a fuck
and thinks that will bring us luck

Jesus honey, go take a shower
you reek of engine oil and gasoline

Sundays we drive fast just for fun
the waitress got fat after our second kid
but I love the way she bounces
so sometimes we try for three

the owner died and gave me the station
and I never stopped reeking of oil and gas

But when there's time, closing shop early
we take on the open road
just my waitress and me pretending we're free

with rock music, burning oil, and wind
the only gods this road has ever known