Gps

Out of Rifle, Colorado

Like a bullet she was shot

When she loaded her Durango

She was 30-aught

Without a roadmap for navigation

She didn't have a plan

But she had a destination

So she punched it in

Oh, the GPS

Shows her which way to steer

Lets her go, puts her mind at rest

While she's shifting gears

She doesn't know what's up ahead

But she knows she can get there from here

Oh, and the GPS

Says that the road is clear

Back in Rifle, was a hot one

But you know her aim was true

There was no wedding, no shotgun

But there was something blue

It was a postcard from Pensacola

On the dashboard of her truck

Said, "You can camp out on my sofa

If you get unstuck"

Oh, the GPS

Shows her which way to steer

Lets her go, puts her mind at rest

While she's shifting gears

She doesn't know what's up ahead

But she knows she can get there from here

Oh, and the GPS

Says that the road is clear

She doesn't slow down for the stop lights

They're all turning green

She's got white sands in her front sights

There's so much in between

It's a long road through a dark night

But just above that highway noise "Drive a straight line, then a hard right"

Says a friendly voice

Oh, the GPS

Shows her which way to steer

Lets her go, puts her mind at rest

While she's shifting gears

She doesn't know what's up ahead

But she knows she can get there from here

Oh, and the GPS

Says that the road

Says that the road is clear