Stunt Driver

Thinking 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 Maybe he just parked on the lawn You know it don't give two shits He's waking 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 Calling all cars is anybody there Holding a sign, does anybody care Follow the forces of evil everywhere Chasing the lost souls on down Thinking he's a stunt driver Follows no book or code Ya know that he a rambling 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 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 --- Stunt Driver - The White Buffalo