Lyric L.A. plane

Seven-thousand miles to Paris
Nine-hundred miles to Rome
And I m goin every mile to find
My piece of mind a home

This infatuation is driving me insane
To make my reservation
On the next L.A. by plane

Chorus 1:

Make me high, make me sane
Get me aboard that L.A. plane
I m tired of this pouring rain
I m tired of this passing through
Get me safe, get me warm
Get me a southern California morning
Where I was born, boy I m coming
I m coming home to you

He looks so fine in Europe
On all the posters and brochures
I thought they promised something more
Than what was mine and yours

Well I was looking for excitement
On every boat and train
But all I saw were unfamiliar faces
In the rain

Chorus 2:

Get me high, get me sane
Get me aboard that L.A. plane
I m tired of this pouring rain
I m tired of just passing through
Get me safe, get me warm
Get me a southern California morning
Where I was born, babe I m coming
I m coming home to you

And now nothing looks better in my mind
Than your warm and loving face
And all these miles have taught me
That your love can t be replaced

(chorus 2)(repeat)