It's Friday night And I would kill For a chance to drive right out of here For a long time coz I don't have much going on I know I'm not organized and I feel so paralysed So I need this I can't resist Then you show up and your saying sorry Now I'm leaving and I'm in a hurry Nothing you say can make me stay so I'll be on my way I've got nothing left to show so you know I'm not coming home Passing unfamiliar signs trying to stay between the lines Driving in the dark of night trying to keep myself alive I know I'm not organized and I feel so paralysed And I need this I can't resist Then you show up and your saying sorry Now I'm leaving and I'm in a hurry Nothing you say can make me stay so I'll be on my way I've got nothing left to show so you know I'm not coming home I'm not coming home