The sun's going down on those little white lines
There's a whole lot of homesick riding shotgun on the passenger side
Oh, and what's up ahead, it's not quite clear
But everything she knew just keeps getting smaller in the rearview mirror
Eighty-nine 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 dash for Jesus
Maybe she'll find a little one-horse town
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 going 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 dash for Jesus
Everybody says she's dreamin'
Crazy for believin'
But all you really need is
Fifty dollars and a dash for Jesus
She's believin'
Chasing down the taste of freedom
Sometimes all you really need is
Fifty dollars and a dash for Jesus
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah