I know what
You're thinking

Home isn't home
At a place in a moment
Like this

The street dies
Before the sun does


But if we just get away
From everything is here
We can turn our backs and run

To where the streets outlive the sun

And we'll head for the West Coast

With nothing but a gallon of gas
And a radio
Tell me what you want most

There's no such as driving too fast
With your heart
At the wheel


You know what
I'm thinking

I'm thinking we run this town
To the ground
With our song

Blasting through the windows

But if we just get away

From everything is here
We can turn our backs and run
To where the streets outlive the sun


And we'll head for the West Coast
With nothing but a gallon of gas

And a radio
Tell me what you want most
There's no such as driving too fast

With your heart
And we'll head for the West Coast
With nothing but a gallon of gas

And a radio
Tell me what you want most
There's no such as driving too fast

With your heart
At the wheel


What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Don't wait for me

What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Don't wait for me


And we'll head for the West Coast
Nothing but a gallon of gas

And a radio...

Head for the West Coast

With nothing but a gallon of gas
And a radio
Tell me what you want most

There's no such as driving too fast
With your heart


And we'll head for the West Coast...
Tell me what you want most...


With your heart
At the wheel