I've been dreaming of a great escape

A tunnel cut in stone with razorblades

Running a fever of a hundred and three honey

I gotta break out before it breaks me.

It's never or it's now

What do I have to lose?

What do I have to lose?

Too late to turn around

What do I have to lose?

What do I have to lose?

I'll be following the falling sun

First steps are the hardest ones

Don't matter who you are when you know what you can become

Towards los angeles

Towards los angeles.

Got a revolver stashed beneath my bed

I've got some money too I hope I use that first

I'll thumb up the highway by the light of the moon honey

Eighteen wheels sail me back to you.

It's never or it's now

What do I have to lose?

What do I have to lose?

Too late to turn around

What do I have to lose?

What do I have to lose?

Strange the way it looks up close

The neon, sun and the holy coast

One last cigarette and on the count of three I go

Towards los angeles

Towards los angeles.