right thumb up
left one tucked to flip the bird
when the wheels and the rain
just kept driving on

old parking lot
classic trucks and leather puddles
couple ramblers stretching tales
and taking shots

empty asphalt
payphone a quarter mile down
where some sucker in a stetson
was playing slots

no one watching
only god and maybe satan
and well,
they don't seem to catch much these days
(yet alone nights)

so i ran
like a manic bandit
for my ******* life