I'll tell you what we're in a rut we're in a deep rut. So habitual, predictable I'll tell you what we ought to do. We ought to drive away, fly away find a way to get away.
Something clicked inside my head the second I turned the key. To that old red Trans-Am, the sound of all that power. My first time on the street made me feel like a man.
One Night in New Orleans. On a super bowl Sunday. In a bar with a big screen TV. She was there with some girls. They were down from Montreal. And she walked right up to me.