The Exception

Your hand on my leg under the oil painted sky

Wind blowin' through our hair on the 405

And traffic's at a standstill, it's LA, what'd you expect?

We're listenin' to Zeppelin, you're kissin' my neck

You cradle me in your arms in the dark in the back

We're lookin' at the stars, the Moon's lit Cheshire cat

And your parents can probably see you from the window

They'll say, "They're just kids," oh, what the hell do they know?

Scared, I love you so much I'm scared

'Cause they say young love's a loss or it's a lesson

Here, I always wanna be here

My heart is tellin' me we're gonna be the exception