

I'm sitting at the barrier,
lanes one to four
The yellow gate is down,
and I can't drive no more
Looking for some quarters,
digging in the dash Just a plastic shower token,
not a cent of cash (oh-oh-oh)
But I've got that truck-stop glamour in the dashboard light
I'll find a way to make it through the toll tonight
(yeah) Got a petty kind of confidence,
a radio song We'll rewrite this delay until the trouble is gone
Two dollars fifty, that's the price of the gate
The semi trucks behind me
are starting to hate
But my shower token's shining like a pocket piece of gold
An edit to the story
that is getting too old (oh-oh-oh)
With that truck-stop glamour in the dashboard light
I'll find a way to make it through the toll tonight
(yeah) Got a petty kind of confidence,
a radio song We'll rewrite this delay until the trouble is gone
No change, just the open road (just a token in the light)