East L.A. Breeze - Brazzaville

Winter is fading away

Mockingbirds showed up today

I smell the sea

The East L.A. breeze

The freeways are moving so smoothly

I looked in a coffee-house door

I couldn’t believe what I saw

No cigarettes, no live instruments

Lonely folks typing on laptops

One more time

Tell me it’s fine

‘Cause when I, when I feel this way

Seems like nothing’s ever been OK

Gone is the city I knew

I’m 21st century blue

It all fades away

Like an old summer’s day

We all drift and settle like salt spray

One more time

Tell me it’s fine

‘Cause when I, when I feel this way

Seems like nothing’s ever been OK