Matthew 25:21 The Mountain Goats

[Verse 1]
They'd hooked you up to a fentanyl drip
To mitigate the pain a little bit
I flew in from Pennsylvania
When I heard the hour was coming fast

And I docked in Santa Barbara
Tried to brace myself
But you can't brace yourself when the time comes
You just have to roll with the blast

[Chorus 1]
And I'm an 18-wheeler headed down the interstate
And my brakes are gonna give and I won't know until it's too late
Tires screaming when I lose control
Try not to hurt too many people when I roll

[Verse 2]
Find the Harbor Freeway and head south
Real tired, head kind of light
I found Telegraph Road, I'd only seen the name on envelopes
Found the parking lot and turned right

I felt all the details carving out space in my head
Tropicana's on the walkway, neon red
Between the pain and the pills trying to hold it at bay
Stands a traveler going somewhere far away