Satellite signal says you're Taking an earlier flight Damascus to Heathrow via the City of Light To the City of Angels We ran down to kiss you Goodbye but they're closing The gatevs Like warfare and drugs and Young lovers no one wants To wait In the City of Angels Angels here in LAX Baggage and parcels and Burdens you're leaving behind If you can't take it with you Than why in the world would You mind Departures Not looking for anything better, This is all that there is They're out composing the Letters, I wear a shirt that is his Departures Departures here in LAX There's a shooting star There's a satellite Orion and Pleiades I'm down here on my knees Look for the message carved Into the light There's the mission bell There's the telephone Handclaps and marching bands Drums from the Holy Land Someone to tell us we're not Alone Here in LAX She looks bewildered and Angry, lonely and scared He's drunk and raging and Splinters the cross that he bears Departures Like the last day of Indian Summer, winter slips through The cracks You're feeling the chill but there Isn't a door to get back City of Angels Angels here in LAX There's a shooting star There's a satellite Orion and Pleiades I'm down here on my knees Look for the message carved Into the light There's the mission bell There's the telephone Handclaps and marching bands Drums from the Holy Land Someone to tell us we're not Alone Here in LAX There's my baby boy There's my daughter's eyes My mother, my brother, my son And my lover And everyone's searching for You in the sky There's the God I love There's the God I fear Destined or random Loved or abandoned Sometimes I swear I can feel You right here Are you ready? Nobody's ready Ready or not, baby Ready or not Here in LAX