I came to highway 5 after splitting through slabs of people going somewhere they had ta' be. Whether they wanted to go where they were headed was up for grabbity grabs. I was driving mad or driven mad by the thought of his breaking heart...breaking my heart apart. My boots were on and I kept my foot plastered on the floor or was I plastered on the floor... I plowed ahead going ninety or was I plowed on ninety...but what was I supposed to do...after everything I was going through... what was I really gonna do...fly my ride to the side of the freeway and wail his name into the middle of the vineyards ...and who the fuck would hear me...wouldn't mean nothin' if there weren't no witnesses. So I just kept driving looking for something other than that preacher bloating on 'bout Jesus on the radio. Or, maybe it was Jesus who kept finding me bloating about every single time I switched that dial.
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