I want to be Out where the buses don't run
with mist covered mountains
surrounding my home near a beach.
The moon rides high
while I dream awake
to the sound of the waves
caressed by the wind
sparkling wishes echo in the night
the thought of your naked body
makes me dance
the thought of your tender kiss
makes me smile
Out where the buses don't run
somewhere in L.A.
I dream all the bright and the wild
hoping I could find you in the night.
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