| Los Angeles |
|---|
| I remember thinking |
| That you’d never leave |
| Praying in your bedroom |
| Before I fell asleep |
| I still feel the moment |
| When you came alive |
| Like a poem about springtime |
| Nothing to hide |
| All of these homes |
| Are lined up so straight |
| But here on the inside |
| It’s not that way |
| I gave you my life and more |
| From sadness to sunshine |
| I’m yours, I’m your lost happiness |
| Up in your Los Angeles sky |
| Lately I’ve been thinking |
| That you’ll never know |
| If you don’t mark the way back |
| The further you go |
| Lately I’ve been feeling |
| Like I’m the bright star |
| That fell behind the mountain of feeling you are |
