The Driver Drive-By Truckers

Used to go out driving, sometimes late into the night
Twenty-one, fucking round and wasting gas
Across the bridge to Sheffield
Then out into Tuscumbia
Where the main street's a time-trip to the past
Behind the Hotel Grant, there was a flaming dumpster
I saw a group of Klansmen in their robes
I circle back, but they had vanished like rats
Leaving nothing behind them but some smoke

So, if you'd like to tell your story
By all means, go tell your story
But don't forget that you only have one sidе
So parlay your Innervisions with the usual suspicions
As you make your grand approach to thе divide
And when you're changing lanes and passing on the right
Check your blind spot and signal your intent
I saw that Honda full of girls go airborne into the trees
In the pouring rain on interstate ten

Used to go out driving, sometimes late into the night
Trying to make sense of the pieces of my life
Still young enough to not know how the puzzle fits together
"Nothing to fall back on but a knife"
The bombed-out looking factories on the east side of town
Blasting "Here Comes a Regular " on ten
An epiphany, a moment of clarity
Driving all alone at four AM