Counting the hours the days
Tracing a map for the getaway.
We've got the perfect escape
Seventy-five on the interstate
We don't care where we go
As long as there's an open road...
All the way back home it's you and me, and the radio
We could find The Cure, or stay right here in Depeche Mode.
Turn it up as loud as it goes, Heartbreakers rattling windows
All the way back home it you and me, and the radio.
Silhouettes from the stars
Blacktop's our Hollywood boulevard
And the stage is ours
Shadows dance in the back of the car
I don't care where we are
Hold my hand in the dark
All the way back home it's you and me, and the radio
We could find The Cure, or stay right here in Depeche Mode.
Turn it up as loud as it goes, Heartbreakers rattling windows
All the way back home it you and me, and the radio.
Let's watch the east coast disappear in the mirror
Drive into the sunset, til the west coast is clear
All the way back home it's you and me, and the radio
We could find The Cure, or stay right here in Depeche Mode.
Turn it up as loud as it goes, Heartbreakers rattling windows
All the way back home it you and me, and the radio.
