St. Beater Camry

The sky was pink and blown with sand By the stacked up shipping containers where the cruise ships land She was down in the palm tree land In the water where it all slipped through her hands Guess the tables they did turn though And sent her crawling home Life had other plans than her own It's a long way down When your feet have never touched the ground 90 down 95 With the heat on, the windows down and her hair blown around Foxglove stems on the dash Sold everything for a little cash So, just run away You can make it if you lеave now Drive all the way through thе night It was a bullshit hand Just let it all burn down Cigarettes from the bar Gum in the ashtray mason jar Wishes queued for a shooting star From the hotel parking lot in her car So, just run away Live to see another day Drive all the way through the night It's a long way home When you've always been on your own Just run away You can make it if you leave now Drive all the way through the night It was a bullshit hand Just let it all burn down Run away Run away Run away Run away