
I could see you watchin me your cheek resting against the headrest, while I grab three gallons of water at the toll gate. The attendant did not look up from his paper. So I decided to walk out with five. You always pack like we are never coming home. Too many bags, and a liter of Beam in the trunk. Bass in the door panel is buzzin bout same as I am; Blastin an old song from the radio recorded onto tape. Keep one foot pressed against the pedal. Hold the needle steady on 68. Out past the harbor and the street lights, the dark water meets the sky at the horizon, flat and black as oil stains. Nobody is calling to ask where we are Nobody is waiting on us tonight The radiator keeps comin on when we slow down. You worry too much, this car's gonna go for miles. I worry about running dry on a state route shoulder. Well then I guess we sleep with the back folded down Won't be too bad of a night. Keep one foot pressed against the pedal. Hold the needle steady on 68. Out past the harbor and the street lights, the dark water meets the sky at the horizon, dark black like oil stains. Nobody is calling to ask where we are Nobody is waiting on us tonight Take the turnoff because the bridge is closed It says take a left at the detour sign Keep watch, no streetlamps past the power station, I'm gonna hit rewind on that tape one more time. Don't worry about the time of the night We don't need a hotel, we got the ocean We can sleep when we get there at sunrise. Keep one foot pressed against the pedal. Hold the needle steady on 68. Out past the harbor and the street lights, the dark water meets the sky at the horizon, stretching on and on for days Nobody is calling to ask where we are Nobody is waiting on us tonight Check the fuel gauge one more time. Quarter tank. Plenty. Quarter tank. Yeah. Let's go baby.