It was late at night, when I thought about an endRinging a phone, wearing the voice of a friendHey man, what you were doing in 1995Good God, I have a plan, so far my lifeWe're gonna pack our seven things and go into the StatesDon't think about tomorrow, though it's got what it takesWe get up on an aeroplaneWe get down to the airport in the middle of the nightAnd there was nothing but rainWe got up on the west coast of AmericaMe and a real good friendThe west coast of AmericaNever thought about an endStrolling round the back of a townA place to findAlong that beach, deep PortlandSeattleLeft behindWe're driving along the highway to California State150 days on the roadAnd no one will waitWe get up on an aeroplaneWe get down on the airportIn the middle of the nightAnd there was nothing but rainWe get up on the west coast of AmericaThe 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.