Simon Joyner Hail Mary
Why don't you hang your head out the window
And put your bare feet up on the dash?
I want to see the wind mess with your hair awhile
I'll turn down the radio in case you laugh
I haven't felt the ocean since Sunday morning
But I can smell the salt still in the air
They'll say, "Who would leave L.A. for Cheyenne, Wyoming?"
But then, why the hell does anyone go anywhere?
You spilled black coffee on the map at breakfast
So now we're following the stain and not the road
Isn't this how you're supposed to see America
By leaving everything you've ever known
Behind windshield wipers beating back the rain
Like spiders crawling out of every drain
For an idea whose time never came?
Another road trip, another coin flip, it's a Hail Mary
I heard you when you said it first
You didn't need to go and say it twice
You said, "Let's talk," but all I heard was
"I'm sorry but I want a different life"
