On a drive up the California coast
My color drained I'm living as a ghost
Took the map into my shaking hands
And slowly Xed out all our plans
Tell me when you last saw me crack a smile
Tell me when your heart became a place of exile
(No I cannot give what I don't have, it's impossible)
So we grasp at "some kind of paradise lies just ahead"
If we drive through the night
We just might hit it
I just want to drive straight through
The night with you
Yeah take me home