(Written by GK Menage)

V1: My tires, beat the road, like the thumpin’ in my chest,

And looking down at me is a plastic statuette.

While I drive away from my past, like the wind

He’s telling me I’m committing a sin,


Ch: If I put JESUS IN THE GLOVEBOX, he'll be out of sight

With JESUS IN THE GLOVEBOX, he'll still make me do right

No matter where I hide him, my guilt rips me apart,

With Jesus in the glovebox, he’ll still be in my heart


V2: Someone that I’ve left, is expecting me home soon

They don’t have a clue, and I know what I should do

And this Saviour on the dash board, he just looks at me

As if his painted eyes could see


(CHORUS)


Br: If the Judge is just a statue, then why am I turning around?

If I don’t believe he has the power, what’s making me go home now?

(CHORUS)