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.