the west coast has been calling out my name   i promised i'd meet you there someday    under this pacific sun   but now it scares me to think that things might be different than i'd always dreamed   its not what it seems when your staring at stars   if we're alone in a car maybe then we coudl see through what i never saw in you   a face blinded by neon lights   it was such a pretty sight, i admit,    but it was then that i knew i woudl never fit in   i would never fit in here   the west coast was once my dreams, my hopes   the seams in which i wove these perfect lies to myself   everyting will be just fine, i repeated over and over   but nothing is fine when its not what it seems when your staring at stars but if we're alone in a car maybe then we'd see through what i never saw in you