Three Wooden Crosses

I turned on the radio to some generic country station with the idea that it might do the trick and help me nod off. Randy Travis was singing (his voice is very distinct). I wasn't really paying much attention to the lyrics until it got to the chorus a second time. The words are simple and the message is nothing new, but there is something about a good old country song like "Three Wooden Crosses" that gets me everytime.

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.

After a few more songs, my eyelids grew heavy and I finally got a couple hours of much needed sleep.