Driving out to california, the night I met you in this bed of mine

The wind blowing through all those palm trees, shaking bodies, under napalm skies

The kids and all their fucked up virtues, I know it hurts you, when the party dies.

Would you cross dry deserts, babe?

Would you cut through pines?

Would you swim upriver when I'm surely on your mind?

And you're always calming me

But only in these dreams

Waking up the neighbors, screaming in these sweaty sheets.

And I've been on the run for so long, I want a sad song that lasts all night

The whites and blues on big, wide opens, the way I'm coping with passing time.

Would you cross dry deserts, babe?

Would you cut through pines?

Would you swim upriver when I'm surely on your mind?

And you're always calming me

But only in these dreams

Waking up the neighbors, screaming in these sweaty sheets.

Would you cross dry deserts, babe?

Would you cut through pines?

Would you swim upriver when I'm surely on your mind?

And you're always calming me

But only in these dreams

Waking up the neighbors, screaming in these sweaty sheets.