Ribbons went flying out the windownAs we drove down the interstatenSex was something so brand newnIt was hard as hell to waitnnShe made faces at the goddamn rednecksnAnd said “Look at you boy, you must worship Satan”nJust because I had the same long hairnAs the Jesus in all their paintingsnnEvery church just made me scarednOf words like servant and faith and congregationnIn a world with so many answers leftnWhy do I need so many explanationsnTo get closer to the truth and further from the skynnAnd the static singes the speakersnLike a thousand hymns of inspirationnThe road just winds through the canyonnLike a big black snake headed for salvationnAnd I’m getting closer to the truth and further from the skynnA roadside venue with paper menusnIn a town that forgot its own namenWe were hungry for anything that had a pulsenAs we freed ourselves from the rainnThere’s a disgruntled metalhead playing guitarnFor a pop singer up on the screennWith his guitar held high and his head held lownHe just wants a chance to be seennnAnd the static singes the speakersnLike a thousand hymns of inspirationnThe road just winds through the canyonnLike a big black snake headed for salvationnAnd I’m getting closer to the truth and further from the skynnWell he tells me at the barnThat’s he on his last legnThat he used to have it all in his handsnThat the girls don’t think much of him these daysnIt’s just hard for him to understandnCause he’s a little bit older and a little bit thinnBut he’s still got his heart in a slingnAnd we paid for the drinks and the bartender drinksnAnd it couldn’t be more late, yeah we’re all so latennAnd the static singes the speakersnLike a thousand hymns of inspirationnThe road just winds through the canyonnLike a big black snake headed for salvationnAnd I’m getting closer to the truth and further from the sky