My hand's wrapped around a stick shift,
swerving on the 45,
I can never keep my eyes,
off this.

My neck, the feeling of your soft lips,
Illuminated in the light,
Bouncing off the exit sign,
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 blood,
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 heard you on the open road,  and now we're singing.

Your life, echoes down the hallway,
Goes 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 blood,
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 heard you on the open road and now we're singing.