Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Halsey
Vocals
Tim Anderson
Programming
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Programming
Aron Forbes
Guitar
Chris Spilfogel
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashley Frangipane
Songwriter
Tim Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Anderson
Producer
Dylan William
Additional Producer
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Mixing Engineer
Aron Forbes
Additional Producer
Chris Spilfogel
Additional Producer
Lido
Additional Producer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
My hands wrapped around a stick shift
Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this
My neck, the feeling of your soft lips
Illuminated in the light, bouncing off the exit signs I missed
All we do is drive
All we do is think about the feelings that we hide
All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign
Sick and full of pride
All we do is drive
And California never felt like home to me
And California never felt like home
And California never felt like home to me
Until I had you on the open road, and now we're singing
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah
Your laugh, echoes down the hallway
Carves into my hollow chest, spreads over the emptiness
It's bliss
It's so simple, but we can't stay
Overanalyze again, would it really kill you if we kissed?
All we do is drive
All we do is think about the feelings that we hide
All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign
Sick and full of pride
All we do is drive
And California never felt like home to me
And California never felt like home
And California never felt like home to me
Until I had you on the open road, and now we're singing
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah
Writer(s): Tim R. Anderson, Ashley Frangipane
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