On The Road To Damascus

Overheated,
The 59 Chevy pulled off onto the shoulder,
Damascus, Kansas, 5 Miles
Route 66, gittin’ our kicks
Picked up a hitchhiker
Who turned out to be a Brit named Stephen
Asking us if we had been saved,
Just another Jesus Freak we thought
But he wore us out on that road
With accented proselytizing
Until we overheated
We kicked him out on the highway
Hot sun, no water
Persecuted
Just the way he wants to be
We thought
Glad to oblige

Hitting the pushbuttons on the radio
We pick up the only station
The blazing Kansas sun
Got brighter and brighter
Until we were blinded by it
And the radio blared
“Why have you persecuted me?”