I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I wanna free fall out into nothin’
There is this place in Los Angeles. In fact, it’s a road. And it’s called Mulholland drive.
On a night when there’s summer heat in the air and the moon is nice and round, pack a picnic.
Then get into a car with the roof down with your date.
Drive round Mulholland to feel the wind play with your hair as you look out over the city.
Find a spot, any spot. If you’re lucky there’ll be someone with a guitar there. And a voice like John Mayer.
Sit down. Have your picnic. Look out over a City of Angels.
And thank your lucky star you’re there.