She likes the feel of the car, she likes the smoke of the crowd.

She likes the sound of her voice, she likes the radio loud.

On a night like this, she will not be found.



on her way

she's never coming home tonight.

On her way

there's no one there to make it right.



She takes a shower but knows that she will never be clean.

The only thing she left was her voice on the answering machine.

and not a day goes by that she would understand.



On her way

she's never coming home tonight

On her way

there's no one there to make it right.



Baby she takes it all from her family

as her problems multiply.

There's a path to the road where she'll finally

watch the road and why, wave goodbye

wave goodbye

wave goodbye

wave goodbye.



On her way

She's never coming home tonight

On her way

there's no one to make it right

On her way

She's never coming home tonight make it right

On her way

if there's no one there to make it right