Shoulder to the Wheel

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.