Put my lipstick back on / Look myself in the eye / I’m heading out in the cold hard world / And I’m getting very good at saying my goodbyes / My goodbyes, my goodbyes, my goodbyes (Jolie Holland)

You got to move / You got to move / You got to move, child / You got to move / But when the Lord / Gets ready / You got to move (Mississippi Fred McDowell)

— · — Well, I drove all the way to Monterey for my time tonight / If your name don’t remain with me that’ll be just fine / Oh whiskey, whiskey, how you used to make me feel / I drive this fast car but you’ve got the wheel (Cera Impala)