And i say, "just go.
Please, dave, just drive.
Get us as far as far can be.
Get us away from tonight."
And i say, "oh, dave, i'm sorry.
I didn't mean to yell,
But i'm having quite a bad week
And i miss my mom."
And we drive
Dave steps on the gas
The world that's flying by is slick and smooth
Just big waves of light
The radio is playing queen
And we're rocking out
We're going now
'cause, hey, this is it
This is where we are
Out here where silence is
Seventy miles an hour and the windows up tight
And i am home.