Los Angeles - Denison Witmer
I remember thinking
Someday you leave
And laying in your bedroom
Before I fell asleep
I still feel the moment
When you came alive
Hear a poem about springtime
Nothing to hide
All of these homes
Are lined up so straight
But here on the inside
It's not that way
I gave you my life and more
From sadness more sunshine
I'm yours I'm yours lost happiness
Up in your Los Angeles sky
So lately I've been feeling
That you'll never know
If you won't mark the way back
The further you go
Lately I've been feeling
Like I'm the bright star
That fell behind the mountain of feeling you are