It was late at night, when I thought about an end
Ringing a phone, wearing the voice of a friend
Hey man, what you were doing in 1995
Good God, I have a plan, so far my life
We're gonna pack our seven things and go into the States
Don't think about tomorrow, though it's got what it takes
We get up on an aeroplane
We get down to the airport in the middle of the night
And there was nothing but rain
We got up on the west coast of America
Me and a real good friend
The west coast of America
Never thought about an end
Strolling round the back of a town
A place to find
Along that beach, deep Portland
Seattle
Left behind
We're driving along the highway to California State
150 days on the road
And no one will wait
We get up on an aeroplane
We get down on the airport
In the middle of the night
And there was nothing but rain
We get up on the west coast of America

The West Coast of America, me and a real good friend. The West Coast of America, never thought about a noun.
Oh, the West Coast of America.
Oh, the West Coast of America.
Oh, the West Coast of America.
Oh, the West Coast of America, never thought about a noun.
West Coast of America, me and a real good friend.