Keeping my eyes on the road I see you
Keeping my hands on the wheel I hold you
Ninety-nine miles from L.A
I kiss you, I miss you
Please be there

Passing a white sandy beach we're sailing
Turning the radio on we're dancing
Ninety-nine miles from L.A
I want you, I need you
Please be there

The windshield is covered with rain, I'm crying
Pressing my foot on the gas, I'm flying
Counting the telephone poles, I phone you
Reading the signs on the road, I write you
Ninety-nine miles from L.A. we're laughing, we're loving
Please be there
We're laughing, we're loving
Please be there