So much undone
But we packed her car
“Maybe I’ll come back”
She said with a bitter laugh
But we’re still here
You and I, you and I
Our story still unfolding here
Among the fault lines
Los Angeles
A siren’s song
For dreamers and for runaways
Beckoned by Pacific waves
But everyday
It all goes wrong
For waitresses and millionaires
Who disappear into the desert air
Broken glass
Ground into
The sidewalk gleams
Like so many buried dreams
But we’re still here
You and I, you and I
Like flames on the mountains
And haze in the sky
Los Angeles
A siren’s song
For dreamers and for runaways
Beckoned by Pacific waves
But everyday
It all goes wrong
For waitresses and millionaires
Who disappear into the desert air
We’re still here you and I, you and I…