It's a b**hy day and I'm searching for a prey that the boring beats Walking through my lane, I detect an ancient man resting on some seats And I think: He's not from here, maybe it's a good idea To go to him and ask for the way to L.A. Laughing deep within I'm strolling right to him and I start to ask His face is filled with smile and it took a little while that he takes his task Saying: "First find a deep will just before you cross the sill Knowing what you want shows the way to L.A." First I am amused then I feel a bit abused by the words he's said Searching for the sense I can feel a mental fence when I go ahead Suddenly it's getting bright and I see the words delight And I feel that I'm on the way to L.A.