The streets were all empty
like a bad western movie
and we're stuck calling it home
drinkin to black out days pass and fade
out that's how you know you should go
You sold me on leaving and for no reason you
told me let's paint this town red
Speeding past cop cars fake guns and fake scars forgot Bonnie and Clyde wound up dead

I can see you're the bouncing ball
That I follow with no sense at all

So we took a road trip from Boston
to Memphis to see what we'd find
Jesus on billboards and triple X book stores are what's stuck in my mind
We got feeling shameless and drove straight to Vegas and tried to seem cool
Now I like my sinning but husks of old women were all that I could afford

I can see you're the bouncing ball
That I follow with no sense at all

Keep me from crashing from burning and smashing my way through
If I had a savior not rule books and paper maybe I wouldn't need you

I can see you're the bouncing
Ball that I follow with no sense at all