Thinkin' he's a stunt driver Drives with no headlights on Maybe he lost his way Maybe he lost his home Maybe ain't got no soul Maybe it's in the lost and found Maybe he's sideways Maybe he's upside down
Maybe he's another lost soul Come to get it on, get it on child
He just parked on the lawn You know it don't give two shits He's wakin' to the morning sun Maybe it's time to quit Maybe he ain't got no voice Maybe he got no words to say Don't think you'd understand No one listens anyway
Maybe he's another lost soul Come to get it on, get it on child
Callin' all cars is anybody there Holdin' a sign, does anybody care Follow the forces of evil everywhere Chasin' the lost souls on down
Thinkin' he's a stunt driver Follows no book or code Ya know that he a ramblin' man Until his heart explodes Maybe he's all alone Maybe got no heart to fill Maybe he got no choice Maybe he lost his will
Maybe he's another lost soul Come to get it on, get it on child
Four white wooden crosses by the side of the road Throw a dozen dead roses Out the passenger window Push the pedal to the floor Watch the road erupt He got a belly full of bourbon Keep one eye shut
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) ECAD: Obra #6034424