Los Angeles - Murray Head

Leave my passport and deposit

With the man behind a desk

In a motel on some old boulevard

Where the view deserves a rest

Try the phone just one more time

Answering service comes on the line

Will my credentials give me a start

Will they warm somebody’s heart?

Or if I make a sudden movement

Is it all gonna crack wide apart?

All they ask is my name, will I call back again?

Ooh Los Angeles and your ivy-mantled lawns

Ooh Los Angeles and your candy coated homes

In this smoothest saccharine city

Where there’s the sun to say there’s a shine

Is it roasting turkeys slowly

On a never ending line

Or blinding ultimatums

While they buy themselves more time

Los Angeles

In the end do your prisoners fail?

Los Angeles

How your guardian angels wail

Los Angeles

How does your garden grow?

Old gold, Los Angeles

Your wrinkles barely show.