Woke up in the back of a beat-up truck Shoes are gone, phone is crushed You’re next to me with a dazed-out stare Lipstick smeared, leaves in your hair I don’t know how we got this far There’s cows outside, this ain’t my car You check the map, I check the sky No damn clue, but we gotta try Where the hell are we? What did we do? Why is there mud on my dress shoes? Did we steal a horse? Did we rob a bank? Is that my name spray-painted on a water tank? No service, no memory, no sign to read Where the hell are we? Pocket full of poker chips, receipt from a bar Says “Last Call Special”—doesn’t say where we are Your wallet’s missing, my shirt’s on wrong Radio’s playing some outlaw song That road sign’s written in some weird script Gas gauge is low, and we’re losing grip You check the map, I check my pulse Is this real life or a Twilight Zone cult? Where the hell are we? What did we do? Why’s there a goat in the backseat too? Did we join a gang? Did we make a bet? Did we promise our souls to the devil in debt? No service, no memory, no sign to read Where the hell are we? Maybe we’re in Vegas, maybe we’re in hell Maybe we just took a wrong turn real well Maybe we should just go back to sleep Let fate decide where we’re supposed to be Where the hell are we? Who do we call? Is that a church or an old dance hall? Did we get married? Did we get cursed? Is this the best or the absolute worst? No service, no memory, no sign to read Where the hell are we? You look at me, I look at you You crack a grin and say, “Déjà vu”
