Then the next day we made for the coast

With a gas can in the trunk

A gun under the seat and hope

We tied your hair up and backseat drove like the old days

I put my foot down, turned off the lights, and prayed

Over the Appalachians and down, down, down

Blew through a checkpoint

And shot the right taillight out

Parked by an old wing store and I got the dark beach

Steal a boat

Gone