I'm an LA wannabe, I find street life a bore
Their hair is high
But the attitude they're rockin'
Slides into pools of drab
Building lines they move
Like the ripples in my voice
It's like he said that one time
When he was blind
And their minds are lifeless
And they dance around
If only this rockstar soul could drive
It's the way he tells me, when I could just die
Then I've got more power and shine with me on his arm, than any old mind
Style and art and
Dreamers walking
Streets with souls buried up
Buried up in sleep
I've got you and words to sing
I've got a pocket full of wings
And you've got all of me
I've got more power and shine, than any old mind