Exit 9

The night highway white lines blur to a signal
Beneath the throttle of trucker zombie groans
The exit ramp is a pinball chute to a vacuum
If this is a game, then God only knows when we get to go back to home?
And when you can’t stay up any longer
Honey, don’t be afraid.
Baby, the weight of the world is behind you
So honey, don’t be afraid.
I turn to see the (heli)copter cops with a searchlight
They’re on the radio plotting to take control
The green sign says the grass is greener ahead, girl
A decade ago it said «Exit 9»: we’re gonna make it back to home