The Great Escape

Open the window too wide, then
Reach to the passenger side
The seatbelt is busted and tied
You settle back in to the ride

Counting the stoplights until
You pause at the top of the hill
Twist off the top, drink your fill
Try not to let too much spill

Daylight is three hours away
Hold tight, black wheels
On a blue highway

Seventeen dollars for gas
The Powerball deadline is past
You take the exit too fast
The tires squeal, the diesel horns blast

Daylight is three hours away
Hold tight, black wheels
On a blue highway

You dial the numbеr by heart, then
Hang up beforе the ring starts
Look for a place you can park, and
Sleep till it's once again dark

Daylight is three hours away
Hold tight, black wheels
On a blue highway

Daylight is three hours away
Hold tight, black wheels
On a blue highway