Verse 1 Three girls, GPS, and a tank full of gas, Left our jobs and our exes in the past, Sun on our shoulders, wind in our hair, Nothing but highway and nowhere to be but there. Verse 2 Crossed the border to Mexico we were feeling good, Radio blasting Spanish songs just as it should, Stopped for tacos at a stand with no name, Got lost a few times, but had fun just the same. Chorus Red convertible, rolling free, Just the three of us and the wide blue sea, Every sunset looked like a postcard we'd send, We wished this trip didn't have to end — Red convertible, exploring new places, We were having a great time -- you could tell by our faces. Verse 3 Six days of markets and mezcal and waves, Lounging on the beach was just what we craved, We were sunburnt and laughing, we were loose, we were free, Never checked the locks, never thought — what if we...[pause] Verse 4 Woke up on the seventh with the morning gone strange, Windows smashed open, nothing left but the pain, Bags gone, money gone, and worst of it all, No red car in the parking lot — just an empty stall. Bridge (slower, aching) The trip was over. So much for our room with a view, Just three girls helpless, not knowing what to do Called every number that we thought could ease our pain A friend wired money... And we were headed for a plane Chorus (reprise, softer, wistful) Red convertible, where'd you go, Stripped down for parts? We'll never know, We flew back home with our hearts kind of bent, But man, what a week — we don't regret it, we're spent. Red convertible, gone in the night, Still chasing that feeling, still chasing that light. Outro We lost the car, we lost the cash, Still can't believe how it ended — it happened so fast, Next time we'll lock it, next time we'll see, But really, for one week... we were finally free.
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