Lost on Hwy 39

She looked at me like she was a kitten with a whip in a sandbox
Forward thinking, strutting‚ slinking with her claws out
She asked me if I was high
I didn’t answer
If she couldn’t figure it out‚ well
I guess it doesn’t matter

I locked onto her eyes real tight like a cross-hair radar
Brown-green sparkling moonshine in the drive-in starlight
But to her I was just another Southside stoner
Just another mischief-maker from Hobo Junction

Well‚ I saw God at the drive-in movie
I saw God at the picture show
Life is so easy in the backseat of a Chevy
Life is so complicated when the credits go up
Lost on Highway 39

Outta my mind (x3)
On highway 39
(x2)

I climbed into the trunk, we drove past her mom’s house
Snuck in through the backdoor quiet as a mouse
She asked, “Do you love me?”
I didn’t answer
If she couldn’t figure it out‚ well
I guess it doesn’t matter

Outta my mind (x3)
On highway 39
(x2)