The night we took the car without telling your dadnThoughts of not coming back, the best dreams we ever hadnHouses in Amherst spaced out like the waitress' teethnWho served us coffee on the way to a useless beachnnKids in the parking lot just barely getting bynSince the cops found your stash and this whole town's run drynKids in the parking lot and no-one's getting highnI want to leave this town but no-one wants to drivenn'Cause it's no home, just miles of road, miles of roadnI'm going back but not going homennSometimes your looks at me remind me of your momnBack in my high school days when Suzie was the bombnThat summer seventy that I spent getting highnI want to leave this town but no-one wants to drive