Rest stop run

Driving down the road, three cups of coffee
Snacked on chips and jerky, ain’t feeling too bossy
Smoking with the window cracked, sun burning low
Counting every mile ‘til the next place to go



[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I got to go, oh I got to go-o-o
Clenching that wheel, tapping my toe
Oh I got to go, like real bad, you know?
I ain’t tryna explode on this open road
Driving down the road, FaceTiming my lady
Hands-free, she’s talkin’ sweet and maybe a little shady
Got her on speed dial, and one eye on the line
Counting down the miles ’til that rest stop sign



[Verse 2]
I ran outta hours, had to pull on the side
A field so quiet, no place to hide
Stepped out to pee, stars up above
Then I saw the green—this ain’t corn, my love

There’s a pickup truck parked, with a mutt on patrol
Eyes like a sheriff, sniffin’ my soul
Didn’t crash, didn’t run, just zipped up slow
Back in my cab, like “you didn’t see that, bro…”



[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I got to go, I’m not bein’ cute
This ain’t a metaphor—it’s the full-body truth
I’m prayin’ for porcelain, I’m pleading with fate
‘Cause I took that gas station burrito bait



[Chorus]
Driving down the road, FaceTiming my lady
Hands-free, she’s talkin’ sweet and maybe a little shady
Got her on speed dial, and one eye on the line
Counting down the miles ’til that rest stop sign



[Verse 3]
I FaceTimed my lady, said, “Babe, I hit green gold”
She said, “Don’t you dare touch it—just get back on the road”
So I rolled my rig down, nice and slow
An hour later hit the truck stop… and damn—I had to go



[Bridge – slow it down, get bluesy]
Maybe I’m just chasin’ somethin’ I can’t name
A woman, a toilet, a dream all the same
High on caffeine, low on regret
Lost in Ohio—but I ain’t dead yet

Alt-Country / Southern Rock / Americana Grit