Lost on Hwy 39 - Adolescents

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

Outta my mind

Outta my mind

On highway 39

Outta my mind

Outta my mind

Outta my mind

On highway 39

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

Outta my mind

Outta my mind

On highway 39

Outta my mind

Outta my mind

Outta my mind

On highway 39