Hannah left for Burning Man
With a bag full of contraband
She said, "The stars look better in the desert
When you're rolling with a friend
Ain't got shit to do in Baton Rouge
So, what have I got to lose?"
Hannah left for Burning Man
With a bag full of contrabandSinging ay oh, whoa
Singing ay oh, whoa(I'm gonna get a little out there when I get there)
Find myself in that desert air
Sink like a feather, float like a stone
Into the great unknown
Into the great unknownHand hanging out the window
And Petty playing on the radio
Singing, "Oh, my, my, oh, hell yes."
Only a thousand miles to go
I bet back at home they're waking up
Wondering where the hell I've run
Hand hanging out the window
And Petty playing on the radioSinging ay oh, whoaI'm gonna get a little out there when I get there
Find myself in that desert air
Sink like a feather, float like a stone
I'm gonna get a little out there when I get there
Find myself in that desert air
Sink like a feather, float like a stone
Into the great unknown(Oh...)Hannah left for Burning Man
With a bag full of contraband
She took a long trip on a moonless night
And she never came home againI'm gonna get a little out there when I get there
Find myself in that desert air
Sink like a feather, float like a stone
I'm gonna get a little out there when I get there
Find myself in that desert air
Sink like a feather, float like a stone
Into the great unknown
Into the great unknown
Into the great unknown
(Ay oh, whoa...)
Into the great unknown
Songwriters
SIPE, NOLAN / GRIFFIN, KEVIN / DRUMMOND, TOMPublished by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC