Seven thousand miles to Paris Nine hundred more to Rome And I'm gone every mile To find peace of mind of home This infatuation is driving me insane Make my reservation On the next L.A. by plane [Chorus:] Get me high, get me sane Get me aboard that L.A. plane I'm tired of this pouring rain I'm tire 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 He looked so fine in Europe On all the posters and brochures I thought the promises of some more Then what was yours and mine Well I was looking for excitement On every boat and train But all I fought were All unfamiliar faces in the rain [Chorus] And now nothing looks better in my mind But you warm and loving face All these miles have taught me That your love can't be replace [Chorus x2] [Fade]
