Is it ok to call you Naya? Yeah, sure, Maya If you ever plan to getaway in a jiffy Take an old Saturn and hit Route Sixty "Don't you mean 66?" "Naah, that's too famous" "Sixty is waaaay more obscure" Windows down and the radio loud Naya pointing at the animal clouds Sunshine dancing on the chrome We going farther and farther from home Naya smiled and kicked her feet Bare toes tapping to the beat She said, "I never knew the world was this wide" Roll, Route Sixty, roll Past the rivers, past the pines Roll, Route Sixty, roll Leave all your troubles behind Just two girls One old ride Trying to outrun yesterday On Route Sixty tonight Dude with his thumb out Next to an old sign Tie-dye shirt and a wide-ass smile Long blonde hair beneath a hat I said, "wait-a-minute" "Was that?" Naya turned and looked behind "No, just keep driving" Twenty miles and one small town Fancy restaurant coming up now Standing there In a tailored suit Holding flowers Polished boots Same blue eyes Same crooked grin I whispered, "Him again" Roll, Route Sixty, roll Past the diners and the signs Roll, Route Sixty, roll Something's messing with our minds Every mile Every turn He's waiting there Giving me heartburn Cowboy boots Silk vest Leather jacket Sunday best Every time A different suit Every time The same old boots And that smile I said, "Next time I'm stopping" Naya grabbed my arm "No! Maya, please don't! That ain't right" I looked ahead "If he shows again I'm finding out why" Roll, Route Sixty, roll One more mile One more turn Roll, Route Sixty, roll TUMS ain't workin' Just two girls One old ride It sure seems like There's nowhere to hide If Jimmy's waiting Round every bend Where does the road end? A lonely highway Another hitchhiker Thumb held high Maya smiled Shifted down Naya whispered "Oh no" The Saturn slowed
