Get in my car I'll drive you through the canyon Breathe in Topanga for the day And when we reach the ocean And we can't drive further west We'll keep on driving anyway
I'll take you down to Dollymount And we'll fuck behind the dunes I'll kiss your mouth all whiskey breath And then I'll leave your heart in ruins
Maybe we should meet in the middle Maybe we could find a little city no one knows And if we just gave us a minute on our own Maybe we could call it homе
Forget thе stars of Hollywood Or big old houses in Bel Air I can introduce you to the angels of my city But we'll find them anywhere
Maybe we should meet in the middle Maybe we could find a little city no one knows And if we just gave us a minute on our own A minute on our own Maybe we could call it home Maybe we could call it home
Compositores: John Carney, Gary Clark, Robert John Ardiff, Joseph Gordon-Levitt & Eve Hewson