Text: Theory of a Dead Man. Scars and Souvenirs. Got It Made.

There's no time for a suitcase
Just grab a quick change of clothes
You ask where we?re going now, honey
Well, I'd tell you but nobody knows

So sneak out the back door
'Cuz you know they?ll try to make you stay
Make sure you gotta a seatbelt on
'Cuz were heading for the interstate

We?re having the best time living the fast life
Thinking we're just too damn young to die
Ain?t waiting for next time to see all the bright lights
To see it all

We?ll drive in the fast lane, out on the freeway
Tell us to slow down, starts a car chase
As long as we?ve got each other, we?ve got it made
We?ve got it, we?ve got it, we?ve got it made

Pulled over to the side of the road
Going skinny dipping in the dark
Must?ve left the radio on
We had to push the car to get it to start

Cruising down on Sunset
Then went racing up Mulholland Drive
There we stopped at the top of the world
Oh, I never felt so alive

We?re having the best time living the fast life
Thinking we're just too damn young to die
Ain?t waiting for next time to see all the bright lights
To see it all

We?ll drive in the fast lane, out on the freeway
Tell us to slow down, starts a car chase
As long as we?ve got each other, we?ve got it made
We?ve got it, we?ve got it, we?ve got it made

Now we?re running on empty
We?ve got no place to go
We?ve been sleeping in the back seat
Just waiting for the sun to show

Low on cash, the tape deck?s broke
Thinking of heading home
But I can tell by the smile on your face
We?ve still got miles to go

We?re having the best time living the fast life
Thinking we're just too damn young to die
Ain?t waiting for next time to see all the bright lights
To see it all

We?ll drive in the fast lane, out on the freeway
Tell us to slow down, starts a car chase
As long as we?ve got each other, we?ve got it made
We?ve got it, we?ve got it, we?ve got it made
We?ve got it, we?ve got it, we?ve got it made
We?ve got it, we?ve got it, we?ve got it made