you've got a fast car. i want a ticket to anywhere. maybe we can make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere. any place is better; starting from zero and got nothing to lose. maybe we'll make something. maybe we'll make something, but me? myself i've got nothing to prove. you've got a fast car, and i've got a plan to get us out of here. i've been working at the convenience store and managed to save just a little bit of money. we won't have to drive too far, just across the border and into the city. you and i can both gets jobs and finally see what it means to be living. you've got a fast car, but is it fast enough so we can fly away? we've got to make a decision; we leave tonight, or live and die this way. i remember we were driving in your car, the speed so fast i felt drunk. city lights lay out before us, and your arm felt so nice wrapped around my shoulder, and i had the feeling that i belonged, and i had the feeling that i could be someone. you've got a fast car and we go cruising to entertain ourselves. you still haven't got a job, i work in a market as a checkout girl. i know things will get better.