We are lost, on an L.A. county night;
We are lost, in the shadows of our ties...
We'll just drive 'til we make it back in time;
We'll just drive through the highways of our minds...

And it looks my way,
And I hear you say it in my mind,
But you're not mine...

I'm thinking about you, thinking about you,
And I know that I'm wasting all my time...

We can't hear through the stereo's uproar...
I can't hear, as I become what I abhor...
So I'm blind to the things that I adore;
It's drowning out my mind's objective roar...

And he's coming closer still,
And I consequently feel that in my heart,
We're apart...

I'm thinking about you, thinking about you,
And I know that I'm wasting all my time,
'Cause you're not mine...

I'm thinking about you, thinking about you,
And I know that I'm wasting all my time,
'Cause you're not mine...
Oh, oh.. oh, oh... oh...