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