Don't pretend to be anything but an American boy who drives Japanese toys / making noise with the boys on Saturday night / and down on the corner of Olive and Queens / we talk about things that we've never seen / like the Sistine, and the heart of Spain, and God / and we all want to see God

So get into the car / and shut the door / these twenty-two years will be twenty-two more / and after that, we'll rest at last / but not now / no, now we'll keep driving 'till the sun goes down and the sea explodes into the evening hours / and we'll sing that we've done something good / to the trumpets of Hollywood

Right now, we all want to see God / we all, we are

We will have the last laugh as we step on the gas; and only heaven knows where we'll go - and only heaven knows what we don't.