Drivin' out to California, the night I met you, in this bed of mine
Wind blowin' through all those palm trees, shakin' bodies under napalm skies
The kids and all their fucked up virtues, know it hurts you when the party dies

Would you cross dry deserts, babe? Would you cut through pines?
Would you swim up a river when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always callin' me, only in these dreams
Wakin' up the neighbors, screamin' in these sweaty sheets

I've been on the run for so long, I want a sad song that lasts all night
The whites and blues on big wide opens is the way I'm copin' with passin' time

Would you cross dry deserts, babe? Would you cut through pines?
Would you swim up a river, when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always callin' me, only in these dreams
Wakin' up the neighbors, screamin' in these sweaty sheets

Would you cross dry deserts, babe? Would you cut through pines?
Would you swim up a river, when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always callin' me, only in these dreams
Wakin' up the neighbors, screamin' in these sweaty sheets