The Great Unknown Songtext / Lyric

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... ay oh, whoa...



Singing ay oh, whoa... ay oh, whoa...



(I'm gonna get a little out there when I g

et there)

Find myself in that desert air

Sink like a feather, float like a stone

Into the great unknown

To 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... 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... whoa...)



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