Tonight We Sleep Like Kings

I saw you crawl underneath that truck

Looking for shelter

I guess you’d run out of luck

Where did you come from

You said, well I could ask you the same

Well we’ll keep real quiet

That is, in relation to the rain

Tonight we sleep like kings

Tonight we sleep like kings

Tonight we sleep like kings

Under a pickup truck

With nothing in pursuit of us but morning

The sky it is that color

That always slips my mind

But I wanna call it freedom

And I’d kill to call it mine

That age old hearse rehearsing

For when it comes to be our time

To carry those of us who don’t make it

Names that fizzle out

Thoughts that die

Tonight we sleep like kings

Tonight we sleep like kings

Tonight we sleep like kings

Under a pickup truck

With nothing in pursuit of us but morning