[Verse 1]
First day of spring
Wheels screaming
Peach pit sun on the dash
We’re leaving
Atlanta in the mirror like a burned-out dream
You kick off your shoes
Put your feet on the seat
Laughing at the cops on the overpass beam
Your red lipstick on my last receipt
[Chorus]
We’re gettin’ out of town
Engine howling loud
Sky cracked open
Bleeding through the clouds
You say
“Drive till the road falls off the map”
I slam it down
Pumping up the Bass, my fingers tap
We’re gettin’ out of town
Can’t come back down
Red streak
Hot freaks
Tearing through the now
If the world goes up in smoke and sound
We’re gettin’ out
Gettin’ out of town
[Verse 2]
Red Corvette like a cherry bomb ticking
Gas station coffee sends my tongue a-licking
You draw little suns on a motel receipt
Florida on your tongue like a dare
Like heat
Billboards blur into one long scream
You bite my ear
Say
“Floor it through the seams”
[Chorus]
We’re gettin’ out of town
Engine howling loud
Sky cracked open
Bleeding through the clouds
You say
“Drive till the road falls off the map”
I slam it down
Music revving up as our fingers tap
We’re gettin’ out of town
Can’t come back down
Red streak
Hot freaks
Tearing through the now
If the world goes up in smoke and sound
We’re gettin’ out
Gettin’ out of town
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Bridge]
Drums pounding on toms
Sunburn kisses
Skin looking ash
Liquor bottles draining fast
Motel key on a crooked ring
You scream out the window like a violent spring
Sand in the sheets we ain’t touched yet
You say
“Hit the ocean
Drown the rest of this regret”
[Chorus]
We’re gettin’ out of town
Engine howling loud
Sky peeled open
Hurricanes of sound
You say
“Drive till the road just melts away”
I grin back
“Baby
That’s today” (“today”)
We’re gettin’ out of town
Can’t come back down
Red streak
Wild hearts
Never turning around
If the world goes up in smoke and sound
We’re gettin’ out
Gettin’ out of town
Copyright February 2, 2026, by Stephen Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved
