And I realize there's tomorrow
But I would rather wallow
In the rain then moods that seem
Well I'm cruising El Paseo
In my off-white coup back '65
Or I'm cruisin down my own street
And my hooptie says to me
You better hang on to your bench seat
I'm gonna take you for a ride
When it comes, when it comes
So I wait for fate to find me
A ball of string unwind me
Uncomfortable as a centerfold
And I realize your behind me
To see my songs can be retold
Well I'll be gone tomorrow
Yes I'm on the road tomorrow
So next time that I see you in school
When it comes, when it comes
And I want a leather jacket
But only if I have the time
Well, I'll comb my hair like Elvis
And grab an old Gretch 59
And you'd hardly recognize me if you
When it comes, when it comes