Sleeping in California

Driving late through the moonbeam
Counting cars one by one
I bet she’s stuck in a daydream
Her day has hardly begun

She doesn’t know what I'm thinking
Baby doesn’t have a clue
I'm making the most of the distance
And I think I'm getting over you

It’s opening night on the 405
The cameras are up and the lights are live
And I am alone
There isn’t a rush or a claim to fame
There’s nobody here that would know my name
There is only the night
Sleeping in California

Drinking down at the Dresden
Singing songs about love
I bet you’d laugh at the questions
Being asked about where I was from

I don’t know what I'm thinking
Babe, I don’t have a clue
I get lost for no reason
Close to Franklyn Avenue

It’s opening night on the 405
The cameras are up and the lights are live
And I am alone
There isn’t a rush or a claim to fame
There’s nobody here that would know my name
There is only the night
Sleeping in California