(lets go!)   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, I'm sorry.   I didn't mean to yell,   But I'm having quite a bad week   And I miss my mom."   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.