The P-Hatch

I lit out from Pelahatchie met a girl from Tallahassee
She was sweet and kind of sassy
Then she turned her head and said “well, are you gonna ask me?”

Why don’t we roll on down the road?
Let’s head some places we don’t know
We’ll sing loud with the radio
“Our shadows taller than our souls”
We’ll wind our way up the Natchez Trace

Let’s feel alive but with different lives than we had a couple weeks ago
Let’s ignore all the signs, get nowhere on time, and sleep out in the pines