Frayed seams won’t come loose unless we pick at ‘em. This old seat, blue vinyl as cracked as my daddy’s feet, it’s our sea. Road’s lookin’ dull as a swamp, air hazin’ up. She likes it, the heat, just not the dry kind. Likes the sweat of it, you understand. Her head’s been on my shoulder since Truth or Consequences. Her legs are up next to her butt, curled like a crawdad. She’s got her toe nails done up in gray shine. Even got a pretty red dress on.
It’s tirin’ to my head. This drivin’ hot at night. We been coastin’ free since Santa Fe but it’s gonna get tough, gonna get real bad. In Mexico, if you ain’t dead you’re free.
Phoenix’s got this thing about lights. They don’t turn ‘em off at night, but they do somethin’ to make the stars shine brighter’n most big cities. It’s like the deserts all around there. I wanted to go there, find us a nice place to stay, somethin’ near a green park wasn’t all dried out. Took a bit of talkin’ for me to see that would be a damn dumb thing to do. Too many people, too many cops ‘n robbers. We ain’t bad, we don’t mix in right with any lot. Not the good folks, or the bad folks. We’re folks lookin’ for a little peace, somethin’ right in the world. Killin’ a man is like the way nature had it planned for us. You kill someone if you got to, steal if you got to, run if you got to. Deserve’s got nothin’ to do with it. It’s on us, my girl ‘n me.
We’re runnin’ to Bisbee first. Quiet, way out on it’s own. We saw it on the map ‘n I remembered the name from an old movie. I didn’t say which because it was a cowboy movie, but hey, a place is a place. We’ll need to get situated a bit ‘n get ready for Mexico. Says she ready for it, but I don’t know. It ain’t no cake walk down there unless we got money, ‘n there ain’t much in that sad little purse of hers. Got all scraped up so it looks like an animal took to it. She’s got our lives in that purse, I’ve got our lives in this car.
If it ain’t the right thing to do, it’s the only thing. I’m gonna see us through the desert ‘n to the ocean where she won’t be worryin’ so much. I might find us some nice little jobs, un poquito bueno. See, my Spanish ain’t so bad either.
It’ll be alright. Gotta speak that way in some circumstances. It’ll be alright.