I-84

let's run away to the Oregon coast
i've been craving pebbles against my feet and fog in my hair
and i think you have too
we've been to Paris and back and now we need to be alone
we know who we are and who the tourist are
and we know we're locals wherever we go now
i know that you know that i love you
and i think you might love me too
but only the road trip there will tell
we'll drive through the desserts and forest
but all we'll see are art museums and arc de triomph's
and you would hold my hand and i would loose interest in Raoul
and you would smile with real intent and i would laugh with real intent
and life would be a little easier
and when the road ends at the beach we would get out of the car and run to the shore
and the tide would run to us with open arms and tears in it's eyes
the tide would kiss our feet and welcome us home
and you would kiss me and i would kiss you and the stars would kiss the fog
bliss would fill the mist like an aerosol drug and we would be happy


we would be happy










we would be happy