Pacific Coast Highway

Roll down the windows, turn up the heat

Beat a hasty retreat down that street

Turn the radio up all the way

Take a trip down Pacific Coast Highway

Street light colors melt through your tears

You haven't felt like this in a million years

Cast your fate and your faith to the wind

You're driving down Pacific Coast Highway, again

Familiar feelings slap at the shore

The moonlight sparkles on waves of black

You've hit the ceiling, it's four to the floor

There's no turning back

Feel the cold wind tangle your hair

As night lays open your soul to bare

Nothing matters, anyway

When you're speeding down Pacific Coast Highway

Familiar feelings slap at the shore

The moonlight sparkles on waves of black

You've hit the ceiling, it's four to the floor

There's no turning back

Feel the cold wind tangle your hair

As night lays open your soul to bare

Nothing matters, anyway

When you're speeding down Pacific Coast Highway

© 2010 Britta Lee Shain