Tom Meredith - Los Angeles lyrics

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Tom Meredith - Los Angeles lyrics

[Verse 1] Well, I pulled outta Nashville With the sun on my windshield Black 4Runner in the summer like a big deal Apron at Starbucks What you gonna miss me? Nah, I smiled out, over the Mississippi Got a friend out west With a little studio time Futon in the valley And a dream gone wild Ralph's turkey in the pouch And Ramen in the cup Check the funds in the account When the pennies add up Well, this fire in my chest weighs more like gold I'm trying my best Lord to let it unfold If we're all on the quest Let the story be told Right from the soul [Chorus] Los Angeles You hit me at the heart of this Driving the 101 And my dream down to the bone Your smile, your kiss And every little part I miss Baby, I'm trying to find a place where we belong [Verse 2] I've got a buddy name Shaun And a minivan too CDs at our feet How to tour no clue Thousand cap room And only eight people came And five on the guest list were under my name But I slayed every one from the bottom of my heart Maybe there'll be sixteen here next time we start So move with the wind Fifty dollars in my pocket Wait for the sun And that silver-lining rocket Two traveling souls Living on the road Two wayward kids livin' how they don't know So we put it with the wind We let it all unfold Straight from the soul [Chorus] Los Angeles You hit me at the heart of this Driving the 101 And my dream down to the bone Your smile, your kiss And every little part I miss Baby, I'm trying to find a place where we belong [Verse 3] I got a loan baby darling and the world's on fire Twenty K to make a record, now we're walking on a wire Every favor that I got, I'm cashing in to use Judson, Jo, Josiah, Lindsey, Robert, thank you So, Bullet was made And I'm scared out my brain And the song's getting played And everythin' starts to change People showing up singing along to what I say And It feels like we might just be on our way I think that's Letterman; he just said my name Check the crowd at the House of Blues Like they're cardboard fakes Everyone's livin out loud And down their mistakes And these schizophrenicc records that I love to make [Chorus] Los Angeles You hit me at the heart of this Driving the 101 And my dream down to the bone Your smile, your kiss And every little part I miss Baby, I'm trying to find a place where we belong