The Great Unknown

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 contraband Singing 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 unknown Hand 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 radio 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 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 again 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 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