Forty miles from the city Sitting in traffic isn't fun A crucifix stabbed in soil To a father from a son There's ghosts on the highway, I claim Dancing on the medians, slamming brakes I'm forty miles from the city This is the shit that's in my brain I need a whim, something I can get caught up in I've got to get down to something If I could sacrifice a little bit I will Some of us are drinking coffee But how the hell could you read a paper? Probably headlines of fuel While the government's putting all the red tape down Wake up, I just woke up Wake up, I just woke up The revolution won't be televised 'Cause it's in the morning drive I need a whim, something I can get caught up in I've got to get down to something If I could sacrifice a little bit I will I need a whim, something I can get caught up in I've got to get down to something If I could sacrifice a little bit You bet I will