Текст песни Los Angeles - Mat Kearney

Well I pulled out of Nashville, with the sun on my windshield
Black 4Runner in the summer, like a big deal
Apron at Starbucks, what you're gonna miss being
"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
Grouse turkey in the pouch, and Ramen in the cup
Check the funds in the account and the pennies add up

This fire in my chest weighs more like gold
I'm trying my best, Lord, to let it unfold
For all on the quest, let the story be told
Right from the soul
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Los Angeles
Hit me at the heart of this
Driving the 101, my dream down to the bone
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your smile, your kiss
Every little part I miss
Baby, I'm trying to find a place where we belong
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I've got a buddy named Sean 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 everyone from the bottom of my heart
Maybe there'll be 16 here next time that we start

So, move with the wind, $50 dollars in my pocket
Wait for the sun, that silver lining rocket
Two traveling souls, living on the road
Two wayward kids, living how? They don't know
So we put it with the wind, we let it all unfold
Straight from the soul
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Los Angeles
Hit me at the heart of this
Driving the 101, my dream down to the bone
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your smile, your kiss
Every little part I miss
Baby, I'm trying to find a place where we belong
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I've got a loan, baby darling, and the world's on fire
20K to make a record and now we walking on a wire
Every favor that I got, I'm cashing in to use
Judson, Jo, Josiah, Lindsay, Robert, thank you
Oh, oh, oh, oh

So, "Bullet" was made and I'm scared out my brain
And the songs getting played, and everything starts to change
People showing up, singing along to what I say
And it feels like we might just be on the way
Oh, oh, oh, oh

God, 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 living out loud and down their mistakes
And the schizophrenic records that I love to make
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Los Angeles
Hit me at the heart of this
Driving the 101, my dream down to the bone
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your smile, your kiss
Every little part I miss
Baby, I'm trying to find the place where we belong
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh