Hear Her Hellbent Leaving what can you really say about a lanky lovely girl who invites you home where you discover in the ratty bedroom only a rumpled sleeping bag snuggled close to a gutted chevy engine with every scattered part duly noted & numbered in order that one day soon she will return every nut bolt part & pulley to its rightful place before jamming the greasy hulk into a down & out camaro ragtop still somewhat metallic blue but leaning toward rust that will propel her down the highway & in her words out of this shit town toward neon dreams of a kick-ass life where nothing is improbable everything is possible & hell hath no fury like a small-town girl chasing big-city dreams tell you what you can say: you say go kick the living shit out of life take everything you want until the day you roar back into this little town to make the rounds tell everyone in no uncertain terms to kiss your sweet ass & then blast back out laugh...
Like the title says.