Picked you up in Pocatello   In some truck stop parking lot   Out beside that burned up Volvo    With the smoking engine shot   And you just left that Volvo lying   You never gave it half a thought   Faithless, fine, and gone      You said you came from Randolph   Up across the Wasatch Range   You kept talking clear to Salt Lake   Liked to drove us all insane   But now I’m flying down    That four lane highway screaming out your name   Faithless, fine, and gone       Batten down the hatches I can hear my grandma say   Boy you like to play with matches   Gonna burn yourself someday       I’m gonna haul on back to Denver   Just as soon as I get through   And I’m burnt down to smoldering embers    But I guess I can make do   And now I hear some guy that used to    Manage some band I never heard of   Is trying to manage you   Faithless, fine, and gone