Gotta flee Pasadena
Leave this home
Head towards the ocean
To be alone.

Just for the night
To clear my head
Don't do it now
I'll end up dead.

Passing through the tunnels
Life feels tumbled
Gotta fight
This mental jungle.

Eagle Rock, Silver Lake, Echo Park, Hollywood, Sunset Strip
Tom Petty's playing at the
Whiskey A Go-Go
Still heading west.

Palm trees burning
Dark sky, orange haze
LAX, landing jetliners
I've gone a ways.

Fog's rolling in
On ocean breeze
Smell of the surf
Feeling at ease.

Liquid black Jag
She's in a little black dress
Cruising together
Breast to breast.

Stopping on red
Vanity light on
Painting her lips
Ruby red.

Pushing through gears
Side by side
Caressing a breast
Eyes wide, mouth open.

Twisting in the seat
Smiling at me
Hand on a thigh
Turning up the heat.

Slowing down
She blows me a kiss
And turns away
Lost in the headlights, I'm feeling slayed.

Alone on the road
Stars in my eyes
Smile to myself
Still wanting to die.

Decades later...

Dreaming of that night
Her lovely sight
Thank God
I didn't die that night.