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.