You tilt your head up to space
Hum "This Must Be The Place"
And watch the junctions phase and disappear
With the marmalade hues fading
In the rear view mirror
California Sun
Highway 101
With You
We split a case of you
(Cactus nectar and bitter grape juice)
Dance like children to a local cover band
And bask on a strand of moon soaked sand
Oh shucks
It's too obvious
I love You
When we get home we'll morph
Back into monsters concerned with fighting
In the Weekend Wars
But for now everything is divine
Because through all of space and time
Right Here
It's just You and I