Trucker's Atlas
Modest Mouse Lyrics


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I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends

I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we bled
And the writing in the stall said

"we write our maps in the stalls"
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

I don't feel and I feel great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads

I'm going up
Going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot

Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
You start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline you might drive three days

Three nights to the tip of Florida
Do you speak the lingo?
Oh Oh No. No no
How far does your road go?

Oh no, you don't know
I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City

And that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did

And the writing in the salt says
We ride out to the stars
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know




The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

Overall Meaning

The song "Trucker's Atlas" by Modest Mouse is open to a lot of interpretation, as the lyrics are quite abstract and full of vivid imagery. It tells the story of a trucker who is traveling across the country, both physically and mentally. He is trying to unload his head, which suggests that he's carrying some emotional baggage that he's hoping to release through his journey. He mentions different states and cities like Colorado, New York City, Arizona, and Montana. Each location has its own associations, from sex on the rocks in Arizona to the possibility of blowing a gasket in Montana.


The trucker seems to be going through a range of different emotions along the way, which is reflected in the lyrics. He alternates between feeling numb and feeling great, describing how he both doesn't feel anything and also feels liberated. He talks about crossing lines and doing lines, which could be interpreted as both the physical act of crossing state lines and also the metaphorical act of indulging in drugs.


The chorus of the song speaks to the idea that the trucker's atlas is more valuable than any regular map because it includes information about roads that only truckers know. The buzz from the bird on his dash and his road locomotive phone are examples of the type of technology that he would use to find his way. The writing on the stall that says "we ride our maps in the stalls" is a great example of how the trucking culture has its own language and way of communicating.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm going to Colorado
I'm heading to Colorado to clear my mind


To unload my head
I want to release my thoughts and emotions


I'm going to New York City
I plan to visit New York City


And that's in New York, friends
Just in case you didn't know, New York City is in New York


I'm going to Arizona
Next stop is Arizona


Sex on the rocks all warm and red
I intend to have an exciting and memorable time in Arizona


And we bled
We experienced some pain and hardship


And the writing in the stall said
I saw a message on a bathroom stall that read


"we write our maps in the stalls"
People often leave messages and directions in public restrooms to help others navigate


I'm going up to Alaska
My journey continues to Alaska


I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
I plan to escape my problems without consequence


And we all did
Those of us on this journey were able to succeed


This truckers atlas roads the ways
The truckers atlas provides routes for truck drivers


The freeways and highways don't know
The truckers atlas provides specialized information that regular maps do not have


The buzz from the bird on my dash
I hear noise from my CB radio in my truck


Road locomotive phone
My CB radio serves as my phone while on the road


I don't feel and I feel great
I am emotionally numb, which is a relief for me


I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I got rid of my copy of the truckers atlas


I do lines and I crossed roads
I have traveled many highways and have used drugs before


I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I have gone beyond the boundaries of many important state highways


I'm going up
I'm heading north


Going over to Montana
I will be traveling through Montana soon


You got yourself a trucker's atlas
If you're a truck driver, you should have a trucker's atlas with you


You knew you were all hot
You were confident in your navigational skills


Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Perhaps with all the pressure and stress, you might have a breakdown


You start at the northwest corner
When using the trucker's atlas, begin at the top left corner


Go down through California
Take a route that goes through California


Beeline you might drive three days
You could complete the journey in three straight days without stopping


Three nights to the tip of Florida
It will take three nights to reach the southernmost part of Florida


Do you speak the lingo?
Do you understand the specialized language and codes used by truck drivers?


Oh Oh No. No no
No, I don't understand


How far does your road go?
How long will your journey last?


And the writing in the salt says
There's an inscription on the ground that reads


We ride out to the stars
We use the stars to navigate and guide us on our journey


This truckers atlas roads the ways
The truckers atlas provides the best routes for truck drivers


The freeways and highways don't know
Traditional maps aren't as useful for truck drivers as the truckers atlas


The buzz from the bird on my dash
The CB radio on my truck's dashboard is making a loud noise


Road locomotive phone
My CB radio is also my phone on the road




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN

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