Now that we're west of Barstow, the robot girl in my pocket tells me some kind of bad news
She goes one, one, zero, one, zero, one, one
But I don't understand, I'm still learning non-binary
See the semis on the right, so little feet willin'
But over here, west of Barstow, that's where they make a killing
Me, I'm south of comfort, north of rock bottom
Save your family, folks, if you got 'em
Got a new invitation to a west side marriage
Say he's hung like a horse, she's built like a carriage
It ain't a brick house, but it's a sight to see
Friday through Saturday from now to eternity, yeah
And once we make it to the trailer park Heaven
Smell the family cocktail of meth and masculine
And all the bad kids are shooting up
And none of the good kids are making love
We're making good time, recognize the street signs
I'll be back in my bed, baby, in no time
We got Dijon, Absolutely on the speakers
Here where you see the Dodger hats on tweakers
I'm pulling up and I'm home again
It's all coming back, that I'm alone again, again
Every story that I know, it always ends west of Barstow
If I can just get east of Barstow, I know, I'll be okay
