Los Angeles, I'm such a wreck
I need a rescue from the drip in my throat
Maybe it's gasoline, maybe it's Maybeline
Maybe I just need to get out of this place
All your stars and cars
All your fancy bars
Don't mean a thing when that key is in the bag
There ain't no sense in getting overexcited
Let's get outta here, we ought know
All this time we've been anticipating
Sure could end up in a bathroom stall
All your stars and cars
All your fancy bars
Don't mean a thing when that key is in the bag
It was a Neil Young, Raymond Carver kind of night
The kind of night that turns demons into art
I drank my beer and I read her poetry
We sang along to "Cowgirls in the Sand"
All your stars and cars
All your fancy bars
Don't mean a thing when that key is in the bag
Los Angeles I'm such a wreck
I need a rescue from the drip in my throat
Maybe it's gasoline, maybe it's Maybeline
Maybe I just need to get out of this place
All your stars and cars
All your fancy bars
Don't mean a thing when that key is in the bag
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Los Angeles