There's no time for a suitcase
Just grab a quick
Change of clothes
You ask where we're going now honey
Well, id tell ya but nobody knows
So sneak out the back door
'Cause you know they'll try to make you stay
Make sure you gotta a seatbelt on
'Cause were heading for the interstate

We're having the best time living the fast life
Thinking were just too 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

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 Mohulland [sic] drive
There we stopped at the world
Oh, I never felt so alive

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
That we've still got miles to go

We've got it made
We've got it made