There must be something in the air tonight
Cause nothing in this town ever feels right
They light it up like the fourth of July
But everything around here seems to die
Why don't we drive through the night?
...until we get back to the coast
We'll pack our bags and put the car in drive
And only take what we can't leave behind
We'll leave our lives like highway passing lines
That rush beneath and vanish in the night
Why don't we drive through the night?
...until we get back to the coast
There's this way the wind brushes your hair
The way you glow in the evening air
And our song plays on the radio
As we drive into some great unknown
Why don't we drive through the night?
...until we get back to the coast