"GPS" lyrics

Out of rifle, Colorado
Like a bullet she was shot
When she loaded her Durango
She was 30-aught
Without a roadmap for navigation
She didn't have a plan
But she had a destination
So she punched it in

Oh, the GPS
Shows her which way to steer
Lets her go, puts her mind at rest
While she's shifting gears
She doesn't know what's up ahead
But she knows she can get there from here
Oh, and the GPS
Says that the road is clear

Back in Rifle, was a hot one
But you know her aim was true
There was no wedding, no shotgun
But there was something blue
It was a postcard from Pensacola
On the dashboard of her truck
Said "you can camp out on my sofa
If you get unstuck"

Oh, the GPS
Shows her which way to steer
Lets her go, puts her mind at rest
While she's shifting gears
She doesn't know what's up ahead
But she knows she can get there from here
Oh, and the GPS
Says that the road is clear

She doesn't slow down, for the stop lights
They're all turning green
She's got white sands in her front sights
There's so much in between
It's a long road, through a dark night
But just above that highway noise
"Drive a straight line, then hang a hard right"
Says a friendly voice

Oh, the GPS
Shows her which way to steer
Lets her go, puts her mind at rest
While she's shifting gears
She doesn't know what's up ahead
But she knows she can get there from here
Oh, and the GPS
Says that the road
Says that the road is clear