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 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 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 No. No no
  How far does your road?
  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 scot-fucking-free
  And we all did
  And the writing in the salt syas
  We ride on out to the stars
  I'm going to Arizona
  Sex on the rocks all warm and red