Fly me out
I won't sleep the night before
And I'm guessing
Not much has changed
Or everything
All at once
You're out getting baked in
Central LA
I'm up freezing
Dying a slow decay
By the way
I haven't an ounce of motivation
Left now to create
Take me down
The freeway
We're invisible now
Don't delay
10 more sets straight
I wouldn't let this out of my arms
Couldn't put it on the page unless
I move out there to LA
We'll never know what is real
Until we make it west of the Great Lakes
I'll move out there to LA
We'll never know what is real
Until we make it west of the Great Planes
We won't know what it feels like
To relate
On a whole other wavelength