Saturday nights in California,
Gliding down a 9-lane highway
In a white '62 Cadillac Seville
Sunday morning rolls in easy
Hiding in the back of our minds
We lie there fast asleep in a huge hotel
In the shadow of the sun
He was all you saw those summer weekends.
The only source producing light
Melting away when you saw him
And in the middle of the night
You saw a love
That should last forever.
Some things weren't made to end.
September creeps around the corner.
Driving slow back home from Long Beach
Back to Brunswick, Alabama,
You wonder where that summer went.
You're drying tears all down I-20.
Trying to rebuild your torn-down soul.
Long Beach-evidently the sad ending,
Of something you were trying hard to start.
Slow southern voices reappear
Ringing heavily in your ears.
Alabama shouts out your name.
Summertime ain't no reality,
Gliding down 9-lane highways
In white '62 Cadillac Sevilles
Longing for California already
You're remembering every second of those three months
Wishing you could turn your 94' buick around and go back
To the summer you left behind
You never realized you were taking it for granted
In the long hot hours in sun
In a daze, you knew California was forever
You didn't even notice you were being timed.
