Can we stay the same, if I move half the world away?   We'll float off through the night and hope to meet somewhere inbetween.   And the sunshine will give every story a bright side, another happenning ending.   On the west coast you'll never need a rain coat, dreaming is what we're doing out here.   Will the stars shine the same, on your side of half the world away?   Wish upon a moonlit sky that I will be back again someday.   And the nightlife, a temperorary escape, but you'll do right and I will do the same.   On the west coast, you'll never need a winter coat, waiting is what I'm doing out here.   Every story has an end, but I prefer to begin again.   Just like a book I've never read, I prefer to begin again.