Well it doesn't matter
There aren't no back seat found
Take it further
It doesn't matter
Well out here on the border
Ants drag bones across the hot dry ground
Told me there at the trailer park
They got a million souls at the lost and found
Well you should have known better
Dead thoughts and lost horizons
And to take it further
It don't get any better
Well out here on the border
Ain't nobody asking questions
No I don't need a miracle
But I could use a push in the right direction

Handgun and a bottle of Boons
And a "69" Ford and a new pair of shoes
Left from Boise Idaho 95
So when they crossed the state line
They were just in time to fall
Asleep at the wheel

Last back doesn't matter
Never was no back seat found
And to take it further
It never really matters
Well out here on the border
Ants drag bones across the hot dry ground
Told me there at the trailer park
They got a million souls at the lost and found

Handgun and a bottle of Boons
And a "69" Ford and a new pair of shoes
Left from Boise Idaho 95
So I was just in time to miss
The 5:00 o'clock news
Velvet black Interstate is something that appeals to me
5:99 and a stone cold feelin'
I was feelin' just fine
And when I crossed the state line
I was just in time
To fall asleep at the wheel

Writer : BLUSH, BRIAN / CLYNE, ROGER / EDWARDS, ARTHUR "BUDDY" / NAFFAH, PAUL H.
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.