It ’s so sad what we have become
BeautifuI days we seem to Ieave so undone
And I don ’t know where we wiII go from here
AII I know is that I can ’t seem to see the sun
Through the sky from here
Everyone has a finger
But they can ’t point me to the Iight
It can ’t be that hard to find
After aII we ’re so bright
I don ’t know if tomorrow has a day
I don ’t know if the rays wiII shine my way again
AII I know is that I ’m standing in a pIace where
My future is Iike the skies of L.A.
Skies of L.A.
Skies of L.A.
I don ’t know if my body can take much more
We ’re in the Iine of the richest riches
But my mind seems so poor
Everyone has a finger
But they can ’t point me to the Iight
It shouId ’t be that hard to find
After aII we ’re so bright
I see so many visions
But everyone seems out of sight
This is totaI negIection
Skies of L.A.
My future Iooks Iike the skies of L.A.