When your tank’s on empty, I’m that extra mile.
I’m that light that quits flashing every time you flick
that dial.
I gave the Lord himself a lift when he was just a child.
I’m bridges and I’m highways, I’m motorbikes and trains.
I’m that first glimpse of the Rockies after the Alberta
plains.
I’m dark glasses in the sun, I'm windscreen wipers in the
rain.
I used to be a saint, man, but I got tossed,
I carried the Lord before he carried that cross.
I used to be a saint, man, but I got tossed.
Who you gonna pray to when you get lost?
When your eyes are feelin’ heavy, I’m that dirty motel 6.
Or if there ain’t no time for sleeping, I’m that late night
caffeine fix.
I do it for the Lord, man, I ain’t in it for kicks.
I’m the mix-tapes in the glove box when conversation wanes.
I’m the drumming on the steering wheel, I'm that hook in
the refrain.
I’m ‘Back in Black,’ and ‘Radar Love,’ I’m ‘Like a
Hurricane.’
I used to be a saint, man, but I got tossed,
I carried the Lord before he carried that cross.
I used to be a saint, man, but I got tossed.
Who you gonna call on when you get lost?
I’m the breath inside your airbag, I’m that belt across
your chest.
I’m the little voice that tells you when it’s time to take
a rest.
But I ain’t no speed camera, sure ain’t no breathalyzer
test.
I used to be saint, you know, but they said they made a
mistake.
Those boys in Rome said there ain’t no giants in no lakes.
But they're sure gonna miss me when there ain't no fluid in
their brakes.
I used to be a saint, man, but I got tossed,
I carried the Lord before he carried that cross.
I used to be a saint, man, but I got tossed.
Who you gonna pray to when you get lost?