Nothing,
I mean nothing,
Wakes you up in the morning
Like some dude locking up his brakes
Two cars ahead of you on the interstate.

I don't care how tired you are,
How hungover you are,
How little you slept...
When you're going 80 miles an hour
And someone locks it up like that in front of you,
You immediately turn into Dale Earnhardt.
You're wide awake, checking your mirrors,
Heart pounding out of your chest.
You haven't checked your mirrors in like, 10 miles.
You're locking eyes
With the dude in the car next to you,
Hand in the air
With an expression of
"Did you just see that ******* ****?!"
On your face.

Then when you finally make it
To wherever you're going,
You can handle anything!
Ain't **** bothering you after a wake-up call
Like that. It's honestly liberating.
Food tastes a little better,
Being grateful is a little easier,
And life seems just a little bit brighter.

Coffee, take a seat.
With people driving that way,
I don't need no coffee.
And the next time you're feeling
A little too tired on your morning commute,
Don't forget,
I'll be matting the brakes
At mile marker 137
To wake your *** up, too.