Los Angeles - Mat Kearney

Well, I pulled outta Nashville

With the sun on my windshield

Black 4Runner in the summer like a big deal

Apron at Starbucks

What you gonna miss me?

Nah, I smiled out, over the Mississippi

Got a friend out west

With a little studio time

Futon in the valley

And a dream gone wild

Ralph’s turkey in the pouch

And Ramen in the cup

Check the funds in the account

When the pennies add up

Well, this fire in my chest weighs more like gold

I’m trying my best Lord to let it unfold

If we’re all on the quest

Let the story be told

Right from the soul

Los Angeles

You hit me at the heart of this

Driving the 101

And my dream down to the bone

Your smile, your kiss

And every little part I miss

Baby, I’m trying to find a place where we belong

I’ve got a buddy name Shaun

And a minivan too

CDs at our feet

How to tour no clue

Thousand cap room

And only eight people came

And five on the guest list were under my name

But I slayed every one from the bottom of my heart

Maybe there’ll be sixteen here next time we start

So move with the wind

Fifty dollars in my pocket

Wait for the sun

And that silver-lining rocket

Two traveling souls

Living on the road

Two wayward kids livin' how they don’t know

So we put it with the wind

We let it all unfold

Straight from the soul

Los Angeles

You hit me at the heart of this

Driving the 101

And my dream down to the bone

Your smile, your kiss

And every little part I miss

Baby, I’m trying to find a place where we belong

I got a loan baby darling and the world’s on fire

Twenty K to make a record, now we’re walking on a wire

Every favor that I got, I’m cashing in to use

Judson, Jo, Josiah, Lindsey, Robert, thank you

So, Bullet was made

And I’m scared out my brain

And the song’s getting played

And everythin' starts to change

People showing up singing along to what I say

And It feels like we might just be on our way

I think that’s Letterman;

he just said my name

Check the crowd at the House of Blues

Like they’re cardboard fakes

Everyone’s livin out loud

And down their mistakes

And these schizophrenicc records that I love to make

Los Angeles

You hit me at the heart of this

Driving the 101

And my dream down to the bone

Your smile, your kiss

And every little part I miss

Baby, I’m trying to find a place where we belong