I've been drivin' this truck with a broken heart. Can't stop drivin' once I stop it might never stop. Engine roar down from Detroit, Michigan. Engine roar and roar, won't let no silence in.
Late at night, I'm goofy like a clown. Early in the mornin', I'm just tryin' to live it down. Late at night, I do just like I please. Early in the mornin', I get down upon my knees.
Yeah, when, when I was a little altar boy. I swear it gave me so much joy. Cause I could really feel that amazing grace. Now I don't know what is right.