Heading South a compa** reads Look at our speed, we're going sixty-three Look out the window as the trees go green I look at them and they look at me Got Neil Young on the stereo He comes along whenever i go Something different as i hear him now Heading south on a familiar route (Oh yeah) I can feel them lifting up my blues I can see a white horizon, new Got the feeling i just can't lose Rolling into Santa Cruz (yeah) I've got an old friend he remembers me From way back when we were seventeen We got kids and we're older now But when i see him, we're still seventeen I need the beach to set me free I need the wind to make me breathe I need the water to wash my soul I need my love once to let me go I can feel them lifting up my blues I can see a white horizon blue Got the feeling that i just can't lose Rolling into Santa Cruz (Ah yeah) (Ah ha) Up in the North West, we got it good Little soggy, but we've got it good Can't help thinking that I wish i would Move my a** down to Santa Cruz I got the feeling that i just can't lose Pulling into Santa Cruz I got a feeling that i just can't lose Pulling into Santa Cruz (Oh) I got a feeling i don't want to lose Pulling into Cruz I got a feeling i just can't lose Pulling into Santa Cruz (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, nah nah)