Nine hundred miles to Rome
And I'm goin' every mile to find
My piece of mind at home
This infatuatio is driving me insane
To make my reservation
On the next L.A. plane
Make me high, make me sane
Get me aboard that L.A. plane
I'm tired of the pouring rain
Get me safe, get me warm
Get me a Southern California morning
Where I was born, boy I'm coming
I'm coming home to you
He look so fine in Europe
On all the posters and the brochures
I thought they promised something more
Than what was mine and yours
Well I was looking for excitement
On every boat and train
But all I saw were unfamiliar faces in the rain
Get me high, get me sane
Get me aboard that L.A. plane
I'm tired of this pouring rain
I'm tired of just passing through
Get me safe, get me warm
Get me a Southern California morning
Where I was born, babe I'm coming
I'm coming home to you
And now nothing look better in my mind
Than your warm and loving face
And all these miles have taught me
That your loved can't be replaced
Get me high, get me sane
Get me aboard that L.A. plane
I'm tired of this pouring rain
I'm tired of just passing through
Get me safe, get me warm
Get me a Southern California morning
Where I was born, babe I'm coming
I'm coming home to you
Seven thousand miles to Paris Nine hundred miles to Rome And I'm goin' every mile to find My piece of mind at home This infatuatio is driving me insane To make my reservation On the next L.A. plane Make me high, make me sane Get me aboard that L.A. plane I'm tired of the pouring rain Get me safe, get me warm Get me a Southern California morning Where I was born, boy I'm coming I'm coming home to you He look so fine in Europe On all the posters and the brochures I thought they promised something more Than what was mine and yours Well I was looking for excitement On every boat and train But all I saw were unfamiliar faces in the rain Get me high, get me sane Get me aboard that L.A. plane I'm tired of this pouring rain I'm tired of just passing through Get me safe, get me warm Get me a Southern California morning Where I was born, babe I'm coming I'm coming home to you And now nothing look better in my mind Than your warm and loving face And all these miles have taught me That your loved can't be replaced Get me high, get me sane Get me aboard that L.A. plane I'm tired of this pouring rain I'm tired of just passing through Get me safe, get me warm Get me a Southern California morning Where I was born, babe I'm coming I'm coming home to you Explain Request ×
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