Dasha - Did your boots stop working did your truck break down

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 smokin'
first thing at dawn, you'd queue the songs and we'd get goin'
but you weren't home, waited on the porch for ya
sat there alone, all throughout the morn' 'til 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