Your hand on my leg under the oil painted sky
Wind blowin' through our hair on the 405
And traffic's at a standstill
it's La, what'd you expect?
We're listenin' to Zeppelin
you're kissin' my neck
You cradle me in your arms
in the dark in the back
We're lookin' at the stars
the Moon's lit Cheshire cat
And your parents can probably see you
from the window
They'll say, "They're just kids, "
oh, what the hell do they know?

Scared, I love you so much I'm scared
'Cause they say young love's
a loss or it's a lesson
Here, I always wanna be here
My heart is tellin' me
we're gonna be the exception