There's something about the hour between 3 and 4 in the morning on a empty interstate that makes a man think more clearly than any sermon ever could. Just you, the hum of the diesel, and the white lines fading into the rearview.
There's something about the hour between 3 and 4 in the morning on a empty interstate that makes a man think more clearly than any sermon ever could. Just you, the hum of the diesel, and the white lines fading into the rearview.