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 at home



This infatuatio is driving me insane



To make my reservation



On the next L.A. plane



Make me high, make me sane



Get me aboard that L.A. plane



I'm tired of the pouring rain



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 look so fine in Europe



On all the posters and the 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



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 look better in my mind



Than your warm and loving face



And all these miles have taught me



That your loved can't be replaced



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