Well, I've passed a lot of exit signs
In my time driving down the long freeway through San Diego, and point south
But there was a time last summer when I came down from Manhattan and though I knew I shouldn't, it was just too hard
And I made my move at Rosecrans Boulevard
Rosecrans Boulevard, stop your calling me
You know I never loved her anyways
I just used her
Over and over
But there were times when she laughed and I think I loved her
One night at Manhattan Beach I said things had moved too fast to suit her
Then I held her close and dried her tears
Rosecrans Boulevard, who cares what you think?
The girl was half crazy, the way she drove her little car down Sunset Boulevard
At 3 in the morning doing 90 miles an hour in a 30 mile zone
Then she blamed me when she got a ticket
But then there was that smile
It was really what made all the airlines go,
"She was a stewardess, you know?"
Shot down on a non-combatant mission
And though I feel it
Every time I drive my car down Rosecrans Boulevard
I wonder why I did