She looked at me like she was a kitten with a whip in a sandbox Forward thinking, strutting, slinking with her claws out She asked me if I was high. I didn’t answer If she couldn’t figure it out, well, I guess it doesn’t matter
I locked onto her eyes real tight like a cross-hair radar Brown-green sparkling moonshine in the drive-in starlight But to her I was just another Southside stoner Just another mischief-maker from Hobo Junction
Well, I saw God at the drive-in movie I saw God at the picture show Life is so easy in the backseat of a Chevy Life is so complicated when the credits go up Lost on Highway 39
Outta my mind Outta my mind Outta my mind On highway 39 Outta my mind Outta my mind Outta my mind On highway 39
I climbed into the trunk, we drove past her mom’s house Snuck in through the backdoor quiet as a mouse She asked, “Do you love me?” I didn’t answer If she couldn’t figure it out, well, I guess it doesn’t matter
Outta my mind Outta my mind Outta my mind On highway 39 Outta my mind Outta my mind Outta my mind On highway 39