Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Los Angeles, artist - Mat Kearney. Album song JUST KIDS, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 23.02.2015
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Los Angeles |
| Well, I pulled outta Nashville |
| With the sun on my windshield |
| Black 4Runner in the summer like a big deal |
| Apron at Starbucks |
| What you gonna miss me? |
| Nah, I smiled out, over the Mississippi |
| Got a friend out west |
| With a little studio time |
| Futon in the valley |
| And a dream gone wild |
| Ralph’s turkey in the pouch |
| And Ramen in the cup |
| Check the funds in the account |
| When the pennies add up |
| Well, this fire in my chest weighs more like gold |
| I’m trying my best Lord to let it unfold |
| If we’re all on the quest |
| Let the story be told |
| Right from the soul |
| Los Angeles |
| You hit me at the heart of this |
| Driving the 101 |
| And my dream down to the bone |
| Your smile, your kiss |
| And every little part I miss |
| Baby, I’m trying to find a place where we belong |
| I’ve got a buddy name Shaun |
| And a minivan too |
| CDs at our feet |
| How to tour no clue |
| Thousand cap room |
| And only eight people came |
| And five on the guest list were under my name |
| But I slayed every one from the bottom of my heart |
| Maybe there’ll be sixteen here next time we start |
| So move with the wind |
| Fifty dollars in my pocket |
| Wait for the sun |
| And that silver-lining rocket |
| Two traveling souls |
| Living on the road |
| Two wayward kids livin' how they don’t know |
| So we put it with the wind |
| We let it all unfold |
| Straight from the soul |
| Los Angeles |
| You hit me at the heart of this |
| Driving the 101 |
| And my dream down to the bone |
| Your smile, your kiss |
| And every little part I miss |
| Baby, I’m trying to find a place where we belong |
| I got a loan baby darling and the world’s on fire |
| Twenty K to make a record, now we’re walking on a wire |
| Every favor that I got, I’m cashing in to use |
| Judson, Jo, Josiah, Lindsey, Robert, thank you |
| So, Bullet was made |
| And I’m scared out my brain |
| And the song’s getting played |
| And everythin' starts to change |
| People showing up singing along to what I say |
| And It feels like we might just be on our way |
| I think that’s Letterman; |
| he just said my name |
| Check the crowd at the House of Blues |
| Like they’re cardboard fakes |
| Everyone’s livin out loud |
| And down their mistakes |
| And these schizophrenicc records that I love to make |
| Los Angeles |
| You hit me at the heart of this |
| Driving the 101 |
| And my dream down to the bone |
| Your smile, your kiss |
| And every little part I miss |
| Baby, I’m trying to find a place where we belong |