Dasha - Austin

We had a plan
Move out of this town baby
West to the sand
It's all we talked about lately
I'd pack the car, bring your guitar and Jane for smoking
First thing at dawn you'd cue the songs and we'd get going
But you weren't home
Waited on the porch for ya
Sat there alone
All throughout the morn till I
Got a hunch, down in my gut
And snuck around the back
Empty cans and I'll be damned
Your shit was never packed