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.
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