Hey, you, Americana boy, standing over there in the chip aisle at the supermarket, ditch your girlfriend and let's grab a couple of Cokes and hop on your motorcycle and make our way across the country with the summer sun beating down on our backs and go swimming in the ocean and let the sea salt dry in our hair and pick up fresh strawberries on the side of the road and sleep underneath the stars and just leave everything behind and do all the things we've always wanted to do.

- the girl in aisle 2