Keeping my eyes on the road, I see you.
Keeping my hands on the wheel, I hold you

99 miles from L.A.
I kiss you, I miss you, please be there

Passing a white sandy beach, we're sailing
Turning the radio on, we're dancing

99 miles from L.A.
I want you, I need you, please be there

The windshield is covered with rain, I'm crying
Pressing my foot on the gas, I'm flying
Counting the telephone poles, I phone you
Reading the signs on the road, I write you

99 miles from L.A.
We're laughing, we're loving, please be there
We're laughing, we're loving, please be there