99 Miles From L.A.

Keeping my eyes on the road I see you, Keeping my hands on the wheel I hold you, Ninety-nine miles from L.A. I kiss you, I miss you, Please be there. Passing a white sandy beach we're sailing, Turning the radio on we're dancing, Ninety-nine miles from L.A. I want you, I need you, Please be there. The windshield is covered with rain, I'm crying, Pressing my foot on the gas, I'm flying. Counting the telephone poles, I phone you, Reading the signs on the road, I write you, Ninety-nine miles from L.A. we're laughing, we're loving, Please be there. We're laughing, we're loving, Please be there.