[Verse 1: Cassandra Jenkins]
What were you thinkin'
When they pulled you out in the Lincoln
Takin' off in the middle of the night
With a busted tail light
You called me from an unknown number
And told me not to tell your mother
That they found everything
And all the places you'd kept hidden
[Chorus: Cassandra Jenkins]
Oh, boy
These are things
You could never have foreseen
[Verse 2: Cassandra Jenkins]
Last time I saw you
I was wearing the same dress
You served out a three-year sentence
You read The Bible, Siddhartha, and Malcolm X
And I bounced through sunsets
Like you and a pack of American Spirits
[Chorus: Cassandra Jenkins]
Oh, boy
These are things
You could have never foreseen
You should never have foreseen
Oh, oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Outro: Voicemail Message]
Sorry to report, uh, my, uh, en-route was interrupted. Here in Garza County. Hopefully I won't, uh, go to the pen. Alright, have good shows!
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