Driving Down to L.A - Ezra Furman

Don’t tell my mom, don’t tell my dad

I’ve been driving down to L.A. with my baby

On the cliffs, he drives real fast

He may drive his car into the ocean, maybe

I don’t mind

I’ve got big dreams in my mind

I would give up my whole life for that feelin'

No, I don’t mind

If I lose my legs or die

I’ve built a home inside his eyes

And I ain’t leavin'

Don’t tell my mom, don’t tell my brother

I’ve been driving down the freeway with my master

There’s one law and I’ve known no other

It’s the law of love I’m bound to, drive me faster

I don’t mind

I’ll gladly pay that highway fine

This little heart is open wide and it’s getting wider

No, I don’t mind

If we cross the thin white lines

Over a cliff down to the ground

I am your rider