High speed chase
Down the 101
Suitcases packed
You don a suit of black
And you show me how to hold a gun
Barreling down south
With the western setting sun
Dusky mountain skyline as we leave
San francisco in the dust
Haven't caught your name yet
But it's in you
You say i should
Put my trust
I conjure some idea of just
What line of work
You could possibly be in
Oo you take me to your hideout
In the Palisade winds
Oo you say you just
Don't know
Where to
Begin