She's there, coming out of the store
I've tracked her for two hours, maybe more
A beauty like I've never seen
A rarity, if you know what I mean

Across the lot and into her car
My tank is low; hope she doesn't go far
Staying a few cars back
My thoughts are focused on the attack

I hear the chime
I'm nearly out of time
A few miles more
The gauge, I can't ignore

Hindsight is twenty-twenty
Next time: my gas will be plenty