Music: Jack Kleinick/Nicholas Perloff-Giles/Theo Kandel
Driving down the coast
Humming softly while you sleep
Got the FM Radio
Tuned to 89.3
I got one hand on the wheel
And the other on your knee
Driving with you down the coast
Humming softly while you sleep
Thereās something in my throat
Thereās a new voice in my head
Youāve been packing up your coats
Since you moved yourself out west
You look better in a t-shirt
Laying in the sun instead
But thereās something in my throat
Thereās a new voice in my head
And I wish that I could string those words together
And why is it just so hard to say
You could be anywhere I could be anywhere
I still think that itād be true
Donāt think anyoneās thought about anyone
Quite as much as I think about you
When you came to California
Didnāt know what you would find
With your east coast disposition
And your New York State of mind
But Iāll pick you up some coffee
And a bagel thatās alright
When you came to California
Didnāt know what you would find
And I wish that I could string those words together
And why is it just so hard to say
You could be anywhere I could be anywhere
I still think that itād be true
Donāt think anyoneās thought about anyone
Quite as much as I think about you
And Iāll spill out all my secrets
Iāll tell you what I mean
That itās strange to give yourself to someone so completely
But I want to
And I will
And I wish that I could string those words together
And why is it just so hard to say
You could be anywhere I could be anywhere
I still think that itād be true
Donāt think anyoneās thought about anyone
Quite as much as I think about you