| My hands wrapped around your stick shift |
| Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this |
| My neck, the feeling of your soft lips |
| Illuminated in the light, bouncing off the exit signs I missed |
| All we do is drive |
| All we do is think about the feelings that we hide |
| All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign |
| Sick and full of pride |
| All we do is drive |
| And California never felt like home to me |
| And California never felt like home |
| And California never felt like home to me |
| Until I had you on the open road and now we’re singing |
| Your laugh, echoes down the hallway |
| Carves into my hollow chest, spreads over the emptiness |
| It’s bliss |
| It’s so simple but we can’t stay |
| Over analyze again, would it really kill you if we kissed |
| All we do is drive |
| All we do is think about the feelings that we hide |
| All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign |
| Sick and full of pride |
| All we do is drive |
| And California never felt like home to me |
| And California never felt like home |
| And California never felt like home to me |
| Until I had you on the open road and I was singing |