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