...and a song for los angeles

somber southern the streets are cold eyes

watching ahead of them. with no good reason and not break down she sighs

and stares at the overpass. full of other reasons she's leaving town she swears

that it will be better then. if only she could see it'll follow her always

and then it's suddenly overpass. love your troubled ways

we can make them all mine!

santa ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line. of a city that the angels found it fit to name. against the black shine

a million little white lights!

afraid to merge

so we hide behind late night's. the voices cry

lover