DRIVE

Gonna take an interstate away from here

‘Cos anything is better than the dress you wear

I’ve got a photograph of Carmen, oh, so sincere

Tied to my visor and I’m wise to drive away from you

Gonna take a Hail Mary, maybe two

But I deserve better than the things you do

And Carmen, she’s waiting down in Santa Cruz

With kindness in her eyes and I’m wise to drive away from you

BLUES AND SYMPATHY

Well, I’m easy and I’m lean, I’m just a little bit obscene

That’s what you tell me since you got your hooks in me

You may love me in good time, but I can read between your lines

You better walk your black heart away from me

I’ve got a five foot two disease use my blues and sympathy

You better walk your black heart away from me

You’ve got me knocking at your door

You’ve got me crawling across your floor

That’s all I’m good for since you got your hooks in me

Ain’t no angels left to pray in this paradise we made

You better walk your black heart away from me

I’ve got a five foot two disease use my blues and sympathy

You better walk your black heart away from me

You used to call me on the telephone just to relieve your night alone

Well, don’t mistake me for your high society

I went from London to LA, broke some hearts along the way

But your black heart won’t make a bad man out of me

Well, I’m easy and I’m lean in these old boots and blue jeans

STICK SHIFT

You say you wanna come see me tonight

We’ll ride it out to the county line

Drop the tailgate where the crops are high

You wanna learn stick shift tonight, you wanna learn stick shift tonight

If it’s your first time, it’s all right

I’ll take your hand if it takes all night

By the sweet ambition in your eye

You’re gonna learn stick shift tonight, you’re gonna learn stick shift tonight

There’s something so alive in the California air tonight

When you say one more time, just what’s on your mind

GOT IT ALL WRONG

Under my window, the young ones run so alive and so out of breath

Behind my desire, a five-fisted liar, while I drive to find it yet

And while you’ve got it all, my heart screaming, no, you don’t belong

While you’ve got it all, you’ve got it all wrong

You hold me tighter than the devil, in case

I slip away, well, I was true in the first place

You say it’s natural to adore me this way

While you make me break

And still, on and on, the impulse is strong to walk you right out the door

And life, in the end, as fate would depend, comes down to who’s loving more

And while you’ve got it all, my heart screaming, no, you don’t belong

While you’ve got it all, you’ve got it all wrong

IDEOLOGY

Tell me all about it again

Theory of implausible men

You call me a dog, call me a dog, call me a dog

Is this your ideology?

Curse me when I wrinkle your dress

Your kitchen is a terrible mess

You call me a dog, call me a dog, call me a dog

Is this your ideology?

I throw my hands out, it’s up to you

One bird in my hand and one bird in the bush make two

Don’t know, mama, how you do those crazy things you do

Deny your reprehensible fight

I’m earning my angel wings tonight

You call me a dog, call me a dog, call me a dog

Is this your ideology?

Intent is pure where motive is spare

Is all in love and war so unfair?

I may be a dog, may be a dog, may be a dog

Take my sincere apology

I throw my hands out, it’s up to you

One bird in my hand and one bird in the bush make two

Don’t know, mama, how you do those crazy things you do

I’m driving fast in my car, speeding to wherever you are

No matter how near or far, we’ll shine again like the star you are

PALM TREES, WEST L.A.

When we started all this, I guess we figured it’s okay

Since our love is strong, if ambition took us our own way

But three thousand miles, missing you all the while

Got me burning like a fool for you

Stir my coffee and taste and pack my suitcase

Instead of one taxi, I call two (got to get to you)

And you’re still pretty in New York City, I’m in palm trees, West LA

They say we won’t make it, but my plane ticket takes me next to you, USA

And all we’ve got is tonight, but that’s something, some might say

All we’ve got is tonight, but that’s something, some might say

With the radio low, my heart and soul just got made

If that song plays again, I swear, I’ll hang that DJ

‘Cos I relate to the lines one too many times

Now I’m burning like a fool for you

Stir my coffee and taste and pack my suitcase

Instead of one taxi, I call two (got to get to you)

CLEAN

Lover, your love’s a disease

Lately, you’re hard to believe

Sweetly, you bring me to my knees

You better come on to me, you better come on to me

You better be straight with me, I said you better come clean

You better be straight with me, I said you better come clean (rock)

Lover, you give me release

Lately, am I to concede

I’m just a diamond deep in your den of thieves?

You better come on to me, you better come on to me

You better be straight with me, I said you better come clean

You better be straight with me, I said you better come clean (rock)

JET PLANE

I was under heavy sedation

Met my baby on a big jet plane

I was running under heavy sedation

Met my baby on a big jet plane

Ain’t it a thing about that old superstition?

Her sleepy little kiss took me high again

Some hesitation and some trepidation

My heart’s been dragging like that old freight train

Some hesitation and some trepidation

My heart’s been dragging like that old freight train

Ain’t it a thing about that old superstition?

I’m blackened, shackled to the tracks again

I laid you down by the river and blessed us

You stole my bread and never said goodbye

I rock and rolled you by the river and blessed us

You stole my bread and never said goodbye

Ain’t it a thing about that old superstition?

Girl, I ain’t against you, but I’m on my side

MUSTANG BLUES

I drove up to your house about half past eight

And I followed your perfume through the garden gate

And I remember then, thinking to myself, you were beautiful as I held

The door open for you on a warm night in Santa Cruz

And we were young and loose, singing the Mustang Blues

We rode up to Lovers’ Canyon by a silver moon

And I prayed paradise, it wouldn’t end too soon

Your lipstick shimmered by the dashboard light and we knew just what to do

And I was holding your deuce on a warm night in Santa Cruz

And we were young and loose, singing the Mustang Blues

Remember summer nights we were under the stars in the back seat of my car

Lord knows if we knew back then we’d come this far

We were slow with the radio, making our moves, young lovers with nothing to lose

Days of me and you, hanging out in Santa Cruz

And we were young and loose, singing the Mustang Blues

You leaned in close under shadow of the mission bell

And whispered sweet in my ear what I knew too well

Your white sweater tight on a Saturday night in my backseat, it had no use

Laying back in your boots on a warm night in Santa Cruz

And we were young and loose, singing the Mustang Blues

SANTA CRUZ

Let loose your hair, let it fall down on me

I found a bottle of wine, and honey, we’ve got time

Well, I’m a strong man but I sure understand you’ve got a sweet hold on me

Long as I’ve got yours, honey, you’ve got mine

Let your southern charm shine down of me

Let me stoke your fire, honey, we’ve got time

Well, I’m a strong man but I sure understand you’ve got a sweet hold on me

Long as I’ve got yours, honey, you’ve got mine

And the Santa Cruz surf is high and your eyes are like a paradise

So just stay with me tonight, 'cos you’ve been on my mind

BELLA SURFISTA

(Surf is high)

A wave is gonna take her

I’m Mexican cantina

Unabatedly waiting

Sedating sand ocean palm sway

My baby’s in the surf all day

In California sun

She’s my only one

She’s my only one

CALIFORNIA

Sunday, Arizona sky

Getting dry, getting dry

The surf is crashing in California

I can hear, the sound is in my ear

Some day, as I wave goodbye

Gonna drive, gonna drive

Your lips are smashing, oh, California

In my ear, the sound is always near