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