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