Richard Shindell - Next Best Western lyrics

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 Put the tremble in the hand That reaches out to take me quarter I look him in the eye But there isn't any time Just time enough to pa** 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)