Lyrics

THE L.A. SONG

Got your picture on the dashboard
Got my California plans
All those mansions out in Beverly Hills
Eat away at the soul of a man

I know it's over

Saw your picture in a magazine
At an Idaho truck stop
Looked at the dirty floor beneath my feet
And how you said you'd get your star on the Hollywood walk

I know it's over
My old traveling companion
But I'm gettin' down to where it's really real
Not black and white

Gonna meet you down in L.A.
Gonna meet you down in L.A.
You'll be among the lost and lonely women
Wanderin' down around South Bay

Saw a painting in the courtyard
Of a distinguished man, of course
I thought of how the Hollywood dream
Is just a Technicolor bubble about to burst

I know it's over
You've got new traveling companions
But I'm coming down to where it's really real
And not black and white

Gonna meet you down in L.A.
Gonna meet you down in L.A.
We're gonna find the Holy Grail
Down there 'round Santa Monica way

We all need a place to wrap our dreams around

Gonna meet you down in L.A.
Gonna meet you down in L.A.
We're gonna find the Holy Grail
Down there 'round Santa Monica way

And the sea is gonna form to every word that I write
And the palm trees will all perfectly sway
I'm gonna find my benediction,
Do away with all restrictions
In the fertile soil of L.A.