American Spirits

[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!