Plan B

so here's the plan: you take the car and drive it down to somewhere south I love the smell of tar that melts but that is not important now this is me believing this is free America this is me believing we'll fool around and flip the bird fucked up on amphetamines we'll share a drink and sing along to a long forgotten evergreen this is me believing this is free America this is me believing don't you try and save me if God exists then maybe I don't want to know I decided it's time to go and somewhere on the open road you stop but you keep the engine on and I'll get out without a word you just sit and watch me start to run I'll make my way through corn and thorns straight until the sun goes down I'll wake up to the sound of birds near a long forgotten town don't you try and save me if God exists then maybe I don't want to know I decided it's time to go I'll cut my hair and grow a beard I'll find a simple place to live the job I'll get will pay the rent the Texan sun will tan my skin it will tan my skin --- Plan B - Balladeer, A