I drive 500 miles every week and you'd think It would bring me closer to where I wanna be But my mind is floating off the berm and my heart is 1000 miles across the ocean I take the same exits but none of them lead me home and sometimes I'd prefer to stare at the remains of bugs on my windshield than gaze down the mindless abyss of that rotting highway It's amazing how many maroon Ford Explorers there are and then I arrive My job is simple and dull sweep, scrub, mop buff in 4 hours I'm gone again But today I saw Jesus in a leisure suit and that girl in Puerto Rico who stopped calling me a week ago who I loved till I was stupid She can keep my heart I'll just get me one of those plastic ones I thought this and smiled and got into my maroon Ford Explorer and drove on