In a motel room in Delacroix/
I was drinkin' like a Dartmouth boy/
And thinkin' 'bout the wrong turns that I took/
Well I woke up on the puke-green floor/
And opened up a dresser drawer/
Lookin' for a bottle/
But instead I found a book/
A book about a man/
A book about the dude who lives above/
A book about a man/
Who drives a pick-up full of sweet, sweet love/
Now if you think he doesn't care/
Or maybe that he isn't there/
It's not too late to see how wrong you are/
So when you soul has gone astray/
Just let God be your Triple A/
He'll tow you to salvation/
And he'll overhaul your heart