Running into trouble, running into troublenYou got heavenly eyes, a thousand highs.nAlways on a mission it's not lovin' it's not kissin'nit's the heavenly ridenYou still got wheels, kid.nIf I go missing don't you worry for menI'm just writing my side of the storynJust like Jackie, I'm biting my lips, scoring my mind with whatever I can findnnI'm going down the coast to M.E.X.I.C.O...see you.nI'm going down the coast to M.E.X.I.C.O...see you.