Pack our bags, our car and head out for the west coast As the seconds chase the minutes your body fades into a ghost And the temperature is dropping as we cross over state lines So I'll send you message, a memory from my head and hope it hits you in time And hold onto these words because you know they're true Cause thirteen hundred miles leads back to you And baby, I think I'm going crazy tonight Three long months till I get home to Jersey And I don't think that I'll be alright And just know that when you come back home You'll be mine tonight, you'll be mine tonight by the candle light This state is colder by the mile and not to sound clich