more profound than you'd think

it's the middle of the night near the indiana line
i'm pulling in a christian station
the signal's crystal clear
but i cannot really hear
what he says about the revelation

i am wretched, i am tired
but the preacher is on fire
and i wish i could believe

whoever watches over all these truckers
show a little mercy for a weary sinner
and deliver me
lord, deliver me
deliver me to the next best western

did he who made the lamb
put the tremble in the hand
that reaches out to take my quarter
i look him in him the eye
but there isn't any time
just time enough to pass the tender

the highway takes its toll
the green light flashes go
and it's welcome to ohio

whoever watches over all these truckers
show a little mercy for a weary sinner
and deliver me
lord, deliver me
deliver me to the next best western

it takes light years of nothing to let these stars shine through
and it's an empty road that finds it's way back home to you

at 4am on 80 east
it's in the nature of the beast
to wonder if there's something missing

i am wretched, i am tired
but the preacher is on fire
and I wish I could believe

whoever watches over all these truckers
show a little mercy for a weary sinner
and deliver me
lord, deliver me
deliver me to the next best western

("the next best western," from courier -- thank you, richard, for my new favorite song of all time; sorry, "creep," you're still no. 2)