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.