It’s the middle of the night 
Near the Indiana line 
I’m pulling in a Christian station 
The signal’s crystal clear 
But I cannot really hear 
What he says about the Revelation 
I am wretched, I am tired 
But the preacher is on fire 
And I wish I could believe 

Whoever watches over all these truckers 
Show a little mercy for a weary sinner 
And deliver me – Lord, deliver me 
Deliver me to the next best western 

Did he who made the lamb 
That reaches out to take me quarter 
I look him in the eye 
But there isn’t any time 
Just time enough to pass the tender 
The highway takes its toll 
The green light flashes go 
And it’s welcome to Ohio 

(chorus) 

At four a.m. on 80 East 
It’s in the nature of the beast 
To wonder if there’s something missing 
I am wretched, I am tired 
But the preacher is on fire 
And I wish I could believe 

(chorus)