Mud Creek Road

There's a two mile stretch of highway

Near a mining town in southern Illinois

With potholes big as craters

And a one lane bridge that tempts you to destroy

The heartless strands of sanity

That you worked so hard to build so long ago

And it saves you eighty seconds just to drive it

It's not safe but it's the way you always go

Because you're driving toward the future only two and a half minutes behind

It's an hour before sunrise and the universe is beginning to unwind

It's another kind of sunrise and all the other shortcuts have been sold