Lost in California I just wanna burn, I just wanna burn for you baby Wanna get caught, get caught up in your summertime Whisper in my ear, dreamin' disappear, say you'll take me Where the world unwinds There's a long stretch of desert through the canyon

For a long teenage goodbye Take me anywhere the wind blows No use crying, we're not thinking 'bout tomorrow We drug out those summer nights So let's go flying It was the start of the summer and the days were getting hotter, yeah 18 was just around the

We can't wait 'til tomorrow You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it? I knew that when I met you, I'm not gonna let you runaway (And we're all just runaways) Blonde hair blowin' in the summer wind A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand

I remember those songs on the radio The jasmine, the wind in your hair Summer and smoke, diamonds and dust Go where you will, do what you must The promise was made, your word was enough We had dreams, visions and plans Into the night, out of our hands

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

Where to go and what to do Wasted hours that you make new All those wasted hours we used to know Spent the summers staring out the window The wind it takes you where it wants to go At first they built the road then they built the town That's why we're

All that wasted time I wonder if you ever think about it like I do Seven kids on my two lane road After all this time it still feels so good When I think about those summer nights Singing out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine Sipping on

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

Just sing little darling, sing with me I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too No, I'm not asking much of you Oh the bitter winds are coming in And I'm already missing the summer Stockholm's cold but I've been