Well I walked through the fire tonight
I got burned and I ran back inside
And all is I can taste is wine
Yeah I ran til I ran out of time
And I stared straight into the sun
I'm permanent midnight when I'm done
And all is I can taste is wine
Yeah I ran til I ran out of time
Yeah I ran til I ran out of time
Maybe all that I hoped for
Could be all that I need
Maybe all that I hoped for
Could be all that I need
And I prayed for the end to come soon
I am here in a Hollywood room
And all I can hear is the sound
Of your voice and the walls coming down
And all I can hear is the sound
Of your voice and the walls coming down
No LA, it ain't my kind of town
LA, it ain't my kind of town