Strong as the day was long, Rosemary would sing along
Wheels rolling steady down the way
The ashtray it would fill up twice, the windows down felt nice
as miles stretched the twilight of the day

Driving up I-55, Mississippi zooming by
Salvation in the cool November air
I’m searching for the mixture that could paint a pretty picture
of the wind blowing through Rosemary’s hair

Her Daddy always said she was the one
who made the light the stars could wish upon
Rosemary with a bible and a gun

I was more than smitten by the words as they were written
and the opportunities awaiting there
Our time was etched in promise until the truth came down upon us
descending all our hopes into despair

We took our leave and headed north, the tank had twenty dollars worth
Highway called our names like siren’s call
Twenty five and on the run, William Eggleston
Parking lots of neon in the fall

Her Daddy’s eyes drew fire unto the sun
Asked me why I thought that I was the one
Whose eyes could be deemed worthy to ever cast upon
Rosemary with a bible and a gun

One kiss could charm the dark to light the dawn
This rollercoaster highway can’t compare to the fun
of Memphis saturated in decay and on the run
Rosemary with a bible and a gun