Fleeing The Badlands

The road's been rocky
And sometimes, the occasions blue.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist
To figure out its past time to fly.
So, I reckon I'll get in my car,
Rev up the engine so I'll get far,
For one thing's for certain:
I needed to have been fleeing the badlands yesterday.

Baby, where were youi when I needed you?
You simply left me high and dry.
As if lovin' gone bad weren't enough,
I've had to endure through so much other stuff, too.
I lost my six figure job yesterday (my boss...that bastard),
Parents divorced because Daddy's gay,
And all I can do with this
Is make arrangements for fleeing the badlands tonight.