headed out unencumbered
with a gas tank full of faith
self-doubt and righteousness
whispering like wraiths
wish i'd known not to give
so much of my space
to the broken furniture and passengers
i picked up along the way
from the bottom of my heart i gave all they could steal
with jesus asleep at the wheel
halfway up the mountain
the chassis starts to shake
i both cross and curse myself
and pump the brake
i'd turn around but the way i came
is littered with mistakes
every rand mcnally in the backseat
led to heartache
the manual never mentioned how painful it would feel
with jesus asleep at the wheel
several breakdowns later
i pull up to the house
unpack the heavy baggage
and crash on the couch
the roar of the silence
proves a little too loud
i make a ghost of myself
and head right back on out
heaven on the radio hell through the windshield
and jesus asleep at the wheel
boiling down the interstate the engine starts to squeal
jesus asleep at the wheel
Off Course
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Drive
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Seven Things You
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Set to Sea
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The Bag
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One Road,
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