L.A.

(альбом: Here On Earth - 2020)

I like to watch the waves crashing on the beach
And walking the strand in that evening breeze
That old ferris wheel down on the peer in Santa Monica
Looks like it does in the movies

I don't mind the traffic on the 405
In fact that's where I met a good friend of mine
All gridlocked, stopped, and stuck there killing time
Long way from home but that's alright

I guess I'm getting used to the faster pace
And seeing stars on the boulevard every night and day
But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place
'Cause the thing that I love most about L.A.
Is you

The city of angels, ain't that the truth
'Cause heaven don't feel far away when I'm holding on to you
And how you fell for a boy in faded jeans and cowboy boots
Girl, I still ain't got a clue

I guess I'm getting used to the faster pace
And seeing stars on the boulevard every night and day
But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place
'Cause the thing that I love most about L.A.
Is you

I guess I'm getting used to the faster pace
And seeing stars on the boulevard every night and day
But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place
'Cause the thing that I love most about L.A.
And the only reason that I'm gonna stay
Girl, is you