Our words like white lights, flashing in the pan
We love the dark nights, sipping from the can
And our minds are tracing plots to a broken plan
And a star is racing to land

And for the rest of my life
I’ll do the best I can
I’m gonna miss her
I know I am

…onward
…drive on

On the verge of making history to ban
The sticks are burning. We used to be the best of friends
And our minds are tracing plots to a broken plan
And a star is racing to land

And for the rest of my life
I’ll do the best I can
I’m gonna miss her
I know I am

And when the door is open
We’ll come running back
When the door is open
To the Cadillac, drive on

…drive on
…drive on
…drive on