LAX - Ethan Hawke

Pick you up, just tell me when you land

It’s raining in L.A., and everyone’s gone mad

I’d love to take you to the desert, but you hate makin' plans

I’ll pick you up, just tell me when you land

All my songs are soundin' out of tune

The ocean’s just a trinket, a gift from me to you

And I want to sing your praises 'cause you’ve been feelin' blue

But all my songs are soundin' out of tune

Your drag queen’s dress, your plastic knife

You’re pretty dangerous and so untrue

It’s all been said a couple million times

But why’d you make me fall in love with you?

So when I drop off at LAX

I’ll kiss you on the forehead and wish you all the best

I learned you never stay put the last time that you left

The last time I dropped you off at LAX

But if you wanna come back in the spring

We could go to the movies, we could do anything

It’s all within reason, it’s all been in my dreams

If you wanna come back in the spring

You’re a toy I like, you’re a traffic light

You’re the thing I stop or go for when I move

I will never know if it’s wrong or right

But why’d you make me fall in love with you?

I’ll never know if it’s wrong or right

But why’d you make me fall in love with you?