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.