Dashboard Jesus

The sun’s goin' down on those little white lines
There’s a whole lot of home sick, ridin' shotgun on the passenger side
Oh, and what’s up ahead, it’s not quite clear
But everything she knew just keeps gettin' smaller in the rearview mirror
'89 Chevrolet
The AC’s busted, but the radio plays
As she flies on faith down the highway
Everybody says she’s dreamin'
Call her crazy for believin'
Sometimes, all you really need is
Fifty dollars and a dashboard Jesus
Maybe she’ll find a little one horse town
Or dip her toes in the sand on the edge of the ocean and put her roots down
Maybe bright city lights will call her name
Long as she’s goin' somewhere, it don’t matter to her either way
Everybody says she’s dreamin'
Call her crazy for believin'
Sometimes, all you really need is
Fifty dollars and a dashboard Jesus
Everybody says she’s dreamin'
Crazy for believin'
But all you really need is
Fifty dollars and a dashboard Jesus
She’s leavin'
Chasin' down the taste of freedom
Sometimes, all you really need is
Fifty dollars and a dashboard Jesus
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah