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