Winnebago

My mouth was dry as paper
My heart beat through my shirt
The parking lot was dark
I waited there until your taillights faded
Before I made my start
I pulled the flashlight from my bag

And I was worried, so I hurried
And I never even saw
That little decal saying there was an alarm
Stuck onto the window
Of your Winnebago

It sent a silent signal
I guess you turned around
Put off your fancy dinner plans
I was on the inside going mental
A crowbar in my hands
About the time you drove back in

And you ain't a bad man and that's part
Of why it hurt so damn much
And I'd be a madman to confront you face to face
So I snuck out the window
Of your Winnebago

I thought I'd timed it neater
Our paths should not have crossed
But mice and men, or so they say
It's funny, man, I didn't even see her
She watched me run away
From the front seat of your pickup truck

And as I was fleeing, I could hear
The .22 shells discharge
And she was pleading, saying let the poor fool go
You shot out the window
Of your Winnebago