heading south the compass reads
look at our speed.. we're going sixty three
look out the window as the trees go green
i look at them and they look at me
got Neil Young on a stereo
he comes along whenever i go
something different as i hear him now
heading south on off familiar route
i can feel the lifting of my blues
i can see you at the horizon new
i got the feeling i just cant lose
pulling into santa cruz.. yeaah
i got an old friend he remembers me
from way back when we were seventeen
we got kids and we're older now
but when i see him we're still seventeen
i need the beach to set me free
i need the wind to make me breathe
i need the water to wash my soul
i need my loved ones to let me go
i can feel the lifting of my blues
i can see you at the horizon new
i got the feeling that i just cant lose
pulling into santa cruz..
yeaahh.. oh yeah..
up in the north west we got it good
a little soggy but we've got it good
can't help thinkin that i wish i would
move my ass down to santa cruz
i got the feeling that i just cant lose
pulling into santa cruz
i gotta feeling that i just cant lose
pulling into santa cruz
i gotta feeling i don't wanna lose
pulling into the cruz
i gotta feeling that i just cant lose
pulling into santa cruz... yeaaahh
yeaahh.. yeah.. yeaahhhh
ahhh.. ahaahh....