There's something sweet about seeing the world
And there's something great about Kansas
Like staring across an ocean
And seeing the first stars burn white
Through the swamp and trees of Southern night
I'll always have those mornings in
California, where the mountains climb so tall
And waves crash blue around you
Everyone's passed out in the van
And I'm the one driving through the land
Alone and open-roading
Ted's out in the seat right next to me
Yeah, he's drooling on his sleeve, whoa
Who ever made up open skies and two of the bluest eyes
Yeah, must be some young phenom
California, where the mountains climb so tall
And waves crash blue around you
Everyone's passed out in the van
And I'm the one driving through the land
Sometimes taking off can open up your eyes
To everything that lies in your heart
That's when you missed your home
Trees seem a little deader
That's where you miss your home
Trees seem a little deader, alright
I think we're getting back tonight
Would you care if I came over?
I've missed you about three weeks now
I'm dying just to taste your lips
Could we stomp around your back yard
And wreck our clothes in the mud?
California, where the mountains climb so tall
And waves crash blue around you
Everyone's passed out in the van
And I'm the one driving through the land, alright
So we're, we're on the road
So we're, yeah, we're on the road
Whoa oh whoa
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