| She’s sick of this town, she’s sick of that boy | 
| Yeah, she’s sick of dreams that never take flight | 
| There’s gotta be more than the same old story | 
| So she’s gonna turn the page tonight | 
| And turn the radio up (Turn the radio up) | 
| Roll the windows down | 
| She got a full tank of gas (She got a full tank of gas) | 
| Ain’t no stopping her now | 
| She got the pedal to the floor in a hand-me-down Ford | 
| Yeah, the only thing that’s left to do | 
| Is catch a couple green lights and those baby blue eyes | 
| Are leaving nothing in that rear view | 
| But dust, nothing but dust | 
| She’s fighting back tears, she’s fighting back years | 
| Of the only life she’s ever known | 
| But there’s a future that’s bright in the dead of this night | 
| And all she’s gotta do is go | 
| And turn the radio up (Turn the radio up) | 
| Roll the windows down | 
| She got an open road (She got an open road) | 
| Ain’t no stopping her now | 
| She got the pedal to the floor in a hand-me-down Ford | 
| Yeah, the only thing that’s left to do | 
| Is catch a couple green lights and those baby blue eyes | 
| Are leaving nothing in that rear view | 
| But dust, nothing but dust | 
| She got the radio up | 
| She got the windows down | 
| No, she won’t look back | 
| Ain’t no stopping her | 
| Ain’t no stopping her now | 
| She got the pedal to the floor in a hand-me-down Ford | 
| Yeah, the only thing that’s left to do | 
| Is catch a couple green lights and those baby blue eyes | 
| Are leaving nothing in that rear view | 
| But dust, nothing but dust | 
| But dust, nothing but dust |