Caught her alone in open rebellion
Salt-covered trash, all the ground's made of garbage and ash
She's desert trash, and she's perfectly okay with that
She knew in her mind that one day she'd have to come back

Flash forward, VCR players all dug in a row
Planted alongside the dream that one day they would grow, oh, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, it's all just a trap
Don't get too close, don't fall down, it's a long way to go

Let's get fucked up on adrenaline, put on a show
Drinking up gasoline, chasing down deserted roads
High on the drama that comes with the mileage you go
Life is a movie directed by people you know

Swing
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth
Swing
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth
Swing
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth
Swing
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la