Truckers Atlas Lyrics - The Lonesome Crowded West - Modest Mouse

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 the 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 I feel 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 

Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket 

You start at the northwest corner 

Go down through California 

Beeline you might drive three days 

Three nights to the tip of Florida 

Do you speak the lingo? 

Oh Oh No. No no 

How far does your road go? 

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 says 

We ride out to the stars 

I'm going to Arizona 

Sex on the rocks all warm and red 

This truckers atlas roads the ways 

The freeways and highways don't know 

The buzz from the bird on my dash 

Road locomotive phone