We're cruising down the freeway
The radio turns bad songs into good ones
I know I just can't stay here
This state of mind is too good to be true
Where we could do no wrong

And we could both be sinking
in the Pacific, I'd be thinking
I could die right now and go out with a smile
The world around us spinning
And we would just be sinking without a care
You are my Dreamweaver, I'm never gonna let you down

I've clung to you for so long
Frankly I don't know how to let go
But buried in the beaches
Lies a stone and it'll be a diamond
And we could do no wrong

How high in the air was I?
Searching for a peace of mind
Searching for ways to provide

Just how low could I go?
How far could I sink below
Below any given standard

Was it fever or was it coolheadedness
Was I up in the sky or down on my knees in the sand