Driving late through the moonbeam Counting cars one by one I bet she’s stuck in a daydream Her day has hardly begun She doesn’t know what I'm thinking Baby doesn’t have a clue I'm making the most of the distance And I think I'm getting over you It’s opening night on the 405 The cameras are up and the lights are live And I am alone There isn’t a rush or a claim to fame There’s nobody here that would know my name There is only the night Sleeping in California Drinking down at the Dresden Singing songs about love I bet you’d laugh at the questions Being asked about where I was from I don’t know what I'm thinking Babe, I don’t have a clue I get lost for no reason Close to Franklyn Avenue It’s opening night on the 405 The cameras are up and the lights are live And I am alone There isn’t a rush or a claim to fame There’s nobody here that would know my name There is only the night Sleeping in California